'Times Like This' part two.

it's not that you're not talented, you can feel it within your loins. you long to be creative and are bursting with potential. you miss the inspiration, and the excitement once so normal to you.
but you're sad.
and lonely.
and just not that great with words.


but you find someone; a creep, just like you.
and suddenly the gaping hole under your shirt starts to shrink, and you think maybe, just maybe, you might have found that person who you can imagine being close to forever.
and you start feeling things again, a reborn motivation to succeed, and to paint and to write...
you're stuck in a parallax, halfway between your cognitive mind and the physical world, and you have to decide whether to run back into yourself, climb up your tongue and fall off the edge, or wear the war paint thick and embrace yourself.
the decision is scary, it's no wonder that you don't seem too interested.
but it's not your life that really matters, it is the people around you. it's that creep, and those genetics, and maybe even that ever-lasting crush.
so you think that you should make the decision to live.






and i think i've made my decision.
so inspire me.