A sound.
An image.
A smell.
A feeling.
A taste.
It’s that sudden feeling of passion, that flood of raw emotion, it’s that moment when Jack stands at the bow of the Titanic and yells, “I’m the king of the world!”
Inspiration.
Like a beautiful woman, eluding her suitor, evasive with her emotion, it makes you pursue her, desire her, chase her. While her actions may be misunderstood, her heart says come find me.
Inspiration.
Where does it come from? Where does it go? How do you find it?
Are you inspired?
By what, by whom?
Do you inspire?
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