& Today's A Day Just Like Any Other

The sad part is, I've got no more inspiration. Or shall I call it - no more muse. I have nothing to show for myself anymore. It's as if I have no feelings at all. Apathetic at best. I feel so useless, not using my hand to express my pure feelings. I become an android coasting through my life on auto-pilot. It is true that the best kind of artist is the one who takes the suffering and transfers it on the canvas. Or takes their heartbreak and transcribes it into lyric poetry. I don't share my feelings out loud. I've never been that type of burden on anyone but a few best friends. But on paper, I hold nothing back. I unchain my heart, mind and soul to let my spirit flow between the lines on the paper. I have no rules when it comes to writing. Like my very being, I despise them. I let everything out, I say what I need to say, and then I move on. Absolutely and completely forget about it. Yet now I find myself in some longing act of despair, all for the sake of poetry. To save my soul from ever becoming boring. For the sake of art. For the sake of my natural philosophy. I yearn for some life changing event so my words will never feel unimportant. So that my words will never lose meaning. Because my words, they are something that will never leave me. My friends, my family. Losing them is heart wrenchingly inevitable. Fate will tear people apart, and thrust people into the same fires. She will throw some into the skies, let them soar. And others she will tear down to shake with the Earth. But my words. God Save me, long after I am gone from this world, My Words shall live on.