everything is inspiration

This is another post similar to the last one; somewhere between thought/diary entry/very very short story. Maybe there is a name for this style of writing, if there isn’t maybe it might catch on…

It is in the darkness and peace of night that my creativity flows. In this mysterious void, that thoughts mingle with stories and ideas and flood out in a terrific yet horrific amalgamation of words on a page. It is a time where I come in contact with myself and ponder; over the day, the world, everything. With reality so easily distorted in the night there is time to stop and think. With borders of realiy blurred and bent we can step further into our minds – maybe to places we don’t want to go – and see what normally cannot be seen. Darkness is inspiration too, not only content for creativity. But then…everything is inspiration.


darkness in the mind of all

there is foul darkness in the mind of all

yet the minds of all are not the same

why was it you who had to blame

and I who into flames must fall?

your mind’s fire burns coldly without soul,

false passion blinded all truth and all reason

and anger roars; a thoughtless demon,

your life to demons you now do owe

There is yet time to escape their gripping hold

melt the ice fires and let true passion run free

cold as your shackles may be

truth melts with ease such cold

there is foul darkness in the mind of all

in my mind too its painful taint holds strong

but I found myself the journey long

while you through darkness still do crawl.

Absolute darkness

Absolute darkness (Photo credit: Wikipedia)