Inspiration?
So many have asked me,
Where do I get my inspiration?
I can only laugh.
How can one describe the feeling of shock,
Like a wave.
You chase it and grab it,
For as long as it stays.
You cannot call it.
It comes as it pleases.
My inspiration.
The endless sky.
The towering trees.
My inspiration.
Like a vain child
Demanding an audience.
But I only laugh.
I tell them it has never told me
Where it lives.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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