A Series of Rants

Every now and then I rant about inspiration an beauty, trying to make myself grasp it better. Most of the time a series of words can help me. If I ever feel down, or lost I look for words. Words in any form: music, books, poetry, etc. They all comfort me in ways no human know how unless they are a poet themselves. I, personally, have only met two people with that ability. Two people I love dearly. That is the scariest part.