Inspiration just rocks.. I write all the time these days, and mainly it turns out well.. really well actually.. I'm going a new direction with my poetry, not on purpose, just going with the flow of my thoughts and it's a quite strange flow.. sometimes it evens scares me a bit.. but what is poetry if not to push your limits..

I think I'm having some kind of inner struggle; my reason won't agree with the rest of me.. and I hate that I can't just ignore my reason, but I guess I wouldn't be me if I could.. I'm just trying to tone down the reason .. fade out the fear.. stop my thoughts before they get in my way.. but still live to be 21.. hopefully..

My inner puzzle is somehow coming together, more and more every day, but the picture it shows me, is of a totally different nature and color than I had ever expected it to be.. it is a scenery so consumed with everything and nothing that mere time and space becomes indifferent shadows of a world no longer belonging to me.. or owning me, maybe...