everyone is saying different things to me..
today is a different day.. a new day.. one of those days you can’t quite put your finger on but it feels, just.. different. i need to start sketching again, writing again, creating again. i’ve put off so much of what makes me “me” due to lack of inspiration. a boycotted muse. a delirious shopping spree, i ran screaming – over the edge, willingly. a nagging feeling on the exact point on my neck, it hurt but it was addictive and i couldn’t get rid of it. until i smacked it dead.. and lost all focus. blurry vision, eyes changing colors i’ve never seen – a bittersweet blue to dance to each morning, awake.
awake
awoke
wake up.
what
next?
…what,
next..
i guess its kind of nice not truly knowing, for the first time.. in what seems forever & actually being ok with this realization.
funeral parade 
you’ll find inspiration. it’s there. it’s everywhere. you just have to look for it =)
thanks for sharing.
http://www.tracyzhangphoto.wordpress.com/
i find that sometimes, when that well dries up, that the well itself is inspiration. that not being inspired – can somehow be inspiring. when it is in you to write, all you really need is a pen and paper. just go.
Dance it, let it flow.
i think my inspiration is doing its own bit of soul searching.. it returns to me in sudden bursts then flees the scene with a quickness. life is insane but i am in love with it.
thanks for the comments – you keep this thing goin!