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inspiration

I find myself struggling to find inspiration in my environment, to seek something outside of myself to draw on.

I need to read novels that whisper secrets of human nature, zines that rage and scream hoarsely through cut and paste layouts, poems that don't rhyme and keep me up at night whispering to the ghosts in my room.

I need to run grass through my fingers, get a rash from the dew. To feel the snow as it seeps through my jeans, stinging my red legs. Rub sandpaper on my hand till it is raw -

I need to be heartbroken, to be estactic, to be mildly happy, to cry a little, to be enraged, and outraged.

I am here right now, a robot only.

posted by naemean @ 10:19:00 PM