Muse

It's the little things in life that can start fire. Like watching someone read your writing. It is a beautiful thing to watch. If you don't have an eye for it, you might miss it. Something as subtle as watching a person turn the pages of pieces of paper on which you bare your soul. The sheer fact that this person is acknowledging your work makes it worth me rambling on my keyboard. That's the whole reason I'm writing at this exact moment. Even simply hearing the sound of an ordinary piece of printer paper slide against the following piece of paper behind it reminds me of why I do it in the first place. I sometimes lose sight of the reason I write, but ladies and gentleman I'm back. I want pages to turn that contain the words that I provide. Fuck it. "Do what you love and let it kill you".