inspiration will strike unexpectedly. allow it to. when it does, it will come as a word or a phrase or an action or a sight. it will feel like your brain is creating something, putting the pieces of a puzzle together, blowing life into it, building it up from dust, but you are nothing more than a means of typing it out or writing it down, or performing it or posting it. you are merely a hand to give it's existence physical form, and it has essentially always been what it is. it was never any different. once the pen touches the paper, it will steer it on its own. it will create itself and come alive. you will not know anymore of it, than anybody else.
-this is how poetry flows. 03//09//2018
