Feeling completely and competently uninspired, I decide to write a list of things that inspire me. Women inspire me. Sitting on the ground, looking up at that person you need so badly, letting her hair down, as the ringlets fall about her face, and she looks down at me and smiles. When she is new, and surprises you with something thoughtful, like a midnight phone call, or a gift that shows she was thinking of you, when you had no clue. When her insecurities and jealousies are spilling all over the street, and she looks at you through longing eyes, looking for some kind of comfort. When you catch her in the act of enjoying something so, and her complete insanity over that thing makes you beam with satisfaction that someone love something so. A good story inspires me. When I read something that makes my eyes go all mischief, and I chuckle to myself, and next thing I know, I'm laughing to myself, and someone glances over in wonder at what it could be that is so funny and interesting, and I swim in the delight of knowing there is something special in front of me, even if no one else does. When a writer can perfectly capture something you've had on the tip of your tongue for your whole life, but you never knew what it was, and you knew you never would, and you'd never be complete without, though it'd existed in some dream that you may or may not have had, and the words you are reading, finally bring that mystery to rest...actually, in that moment when that mystery is put to rest, a hundred thousand more mysteries are born because what you've read is so inspired and so true to me and true to you that it must have the ghosts of thoughts that never were but might've been had this writer only written this, or for that matter, you'd have read it, oh so much sooner, following it around, waiting for their moment to spring upon you more answers to questions yet unposed. When a story ends with tears burning down my face. I am inspired by music. Music I wish and wish again, had long ago been thought of by me, so that people would look to me with wonder, and desire. Songs that carry with them the great expanses of human feeling; of emotions that crumble the mountains within us, and carry our spirits soaring from window to window, just to say hello, to the people of the cities that awake when we are asleep. Songs that wound, and songs that heal...songs that are and aren't real. Songs you swear you've heard before, and bring back memories of things that are yet to come. I am inspired by the fact that I can continue to write about what inspires me until you and I are dead...and I am most of all inspired by the fact that I won't.
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