Come dance in the forest,
we’ll play in the woods,
or head to the beach,
to build sand castles to watch them wash away,
We can fly with the birds,
high in the clouds,
or pray to dark gods that watch from beyond time and space,
We are writers,
you and I,
Creators with a capital C,
and this is my invitation.

(5 Pencils for encapsulating loneliness and Truth)

Thanks. :) Did you just write that? It’s nice. Inspiring.

For Inspira-ception, you inspired me first. And yes, that was just a gut response to your poem.

Me inspiring you inspired me again. I saved that poem. Hopefully it will inspire me whenever I need it.

I’ve been in this place a lot of times. I really liked it, five pencils for you sah.

Thank you very much.