It’s never too late to imagine. I have had no time for anything really fun lately because I’ve been contemplating some creative ideas and it had consumed me (Sometimes the way my brain works can put a dent in my social life but at this age in my life there are a few things I know about myself). So here I’m in this place working and then the streak of lights and projectors my earpiece in, and bam! The struggle of the ideas I’ve been having begin to flow naturally. It is good to have that feeling lifted. I guess inspiration can strike anywhere if you open yourself up…or can I say a beautiful place strikes inspiration? Whichever comes first, it don’t matter anyhow but the result. I guess the weekend starts early for heh. It’s Friday the 13th, I will have a drink now!
The Strike Of Inspirition