I got lost somewhere along the lines of these pages and I haven’t been able to trace my way back but I have found a map that leads only one way and it goes up. I am taking it.
I learned that inspiration will not guide you when you pay it no mind so now I sleep with my paper and pen ready for when it comes knocking.
I have been under the influence of pain and I can’t say I am free from it’s shackles but I have also learned not to fight it. I may have accepted my fate instead.
I realise now that I am bigger than the sea I seem to be sinking in and so it begins.
The day breaks and I, along with it. It tells a story of love and in my imagination I am the writer but in reality I am only a character.
Today will not save me though. No, I will save it. I create and it dances to the music I play. I will find my way.