i desire to be inspired, to feel the juices following that will me to put the pen on the paper. inspiration can come in a second, last forever and yet be gone in a moment. i, often, get inspired by love, or the idea of love. i guess i just dont feel those warm fuzzy lately, which is kinda sad. I am not depressed, just bored with life and the basic routine of everyday. i need some excitement, something to take my breath away, some to stop me in my tracks. something, anything.