I begin sprinting down many different paths,
one leads into the next and suddenly,
into a pool of creativity where the possibilities are endless.
When the pool dries up, I begin running down different hallways,
jiggling every single doorknob, seeing which will open.
When one door opens; I have found it again!
What fuels it?
Imagination and dreams
Hope and desire
My passion for speaking to people through the written word.
In the end,
after running down many hallways and paths,
I am exausted, but the end result however?
Nothing short of a work of art ,flowing from begining to end,
written in my words.