lol...you just take the wrods and line breaks and make them sentances.
but this is flippin hard.
see, this is what ive got so far:
Inspiration; the elusive catalyst.
I study words. Languages, cultures, music,
I study existance
I study the art that is living, existing, being.
I study. I watch. I think. I wonder. I create.
Living is what inspires me.
Every breath is an adventure leading into the next.
I am the proverbial sponge. Ever porous, ever dripping, never full.
Questions. The act of asking. Not accepting what is given
Inspiration is my drug, I need it, and I seek it, and I will not rest until I become it.
its not a poem..its a poem-ish..type..thing.
and i have to make it make sence. arrgh. i hate this.