Lightning trapped in a bottle.

My inspiration resides in a well. This well has no floor and within it resides an opulent liquid, dense with creative energy and overflowing with ideas. I cannot reach this well, it is always out of my reach; I cannot access my inspiration from atop this bottomless well.

I reach for sustenance only to stretch forth without triumph. Why can’t I drink from this well?

I fall. 

Swimming.

I float, completely immersed in creative thought, and in this liquid, my ideas flow easily and manifest on the page. Why can’t I reach my ideas from atop this well?

I yearn for the day I can reach for that opulent liquid whenever I desire, with this liquid, I will bring to life words that generate inspiration in masses.

Influence.

 

 

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