After such a long time, I have started to write again. I am trying to find my own inspiration seeing as I no longer have a passion to write so I can only hope for the best out of this. Where is my inspiration? I don't know... I've lost it a long time ago. These things I write now are the beginning of my personal revolution and outlook on writing...
S E P A R A T I O N
He finds himself bent-she combs the dull, russet-coloured hair of his skull-the laughter grows louder- yet still she hears a quiet "Sh…" melting off of his lips. He stands there, feet firmly planted against the cold marble tiles, with eyes transfixed on the television screen. [A collection of short drabbles.]
Initial Inspiration: No Place Like Home was the product of a dream which a friend who frequently has lucid dreams had.
Current Inspiration: The things I see, the words I hear, the things I feel, the nature of my mind.