Inspired. A mood that all writer's like
to be in. Not always possible. But when it happens, we take
advantage of it... or should, anyway. I've mostly kept all my
thoughts to myself. Call it selfish. Call it, fear. Call it what you
want. But at some point, we have to realize it's what we're meant to
do. We're destined to share our thoughts, emotions, struggles, with
the world. To pick them up, pump them up, and get them going.
Otherwise, who will? No matter how individualistic American society
tends to be, the truth is we wouldn't survive with each other's help.
Whether it is through writing, music, or just a simple pat in the
back.
