i can't help it.
i have to keep writing.
i just feel like there's so much that i want to say to so many people,
none of it easy,
nothing that would roll of this tongue with any kind of dignity or grace.
and so quiet i remain,
with my tired head just two or three inches from my busy hands and clicking keyboard.

i'm inspired by my lack of inspiration.
i'm inspired by so much of now,
and where am i?
at home,
typing my heart out to a computer screen,
like it's gonna make a difference in these our pointless lives.
that says something to the credit of inspiration.

it comes and goes, the inspiration,
though the music remains for always and forever.
it's a bond.
and no, we're not always serious,
but life isn't always serious.
anything that is always serious needs to take a break.
i get my point across.

for so long i was secluded by my own stubborn visions,
but now, now it's overwhleming.
it's good to be overwhelmed.
it's good to have people that enjoy company for company's sake.
it's good to have my friends.

the ladybugs are back.
well, at least one is,
all around my room it goes.
i don't mind.
live.
do your thing, buddy.
no arguments on this end.

i need to sleep before the route tonight.
goodnight world,
i'll see you in an hour and a half for work...