Of course, it does help knowing where to go. With that raving butterfly dancing around in the stomach, producing a mixture of feelings on whether to do this or not; whether to even experience life, or let friends and family hold tied weights to these dreams. Inspiration is immense when it comes to the choices made, and it comes in many forms: literature, movies, theatre, etcetera. When it comes to this life, the question is not how to go about finding this inspiration, but, rather, when to go about inspiring others. Of course, it does help knowing where to go.
two seeds, one in the sand the other in the sea. One a boy the other a girl. one is drowned the other is burnt yet they still grow. one is forced to grow to survive and fend for himself whilst the other grows because her mind no longer fits her being, they are finally tall enough to see each other and for her its the first time shes ever been seen, he sees his reflection but its distorted he thinks its pretty, she sees her reflection but its distorted, she thinks its fascinating. the familiarity is welcoming yet somehow sad for no one should go through water or fire, there stories unfold and they start to flower, his petals blue and hers are red yet together they become purple
yes i miss you and the worst thing is id pick you over everything and everyone because you dont love me, you dont hate me you dont have an opinion, youre just an object but it is not the object that i miss, its the entrance you give me to another place, a place where there is no one but me yet i am not alone. its a place where everything is forgotten but the pain which i have grown to bare and the waterfall it brings. i miss you