Uninspiring Inspiration

I am always looking for inspiration. Wherever I go or whatever I do, I try to look for something or someone that can help me write and say what I want to express.

And then I met you. Things started to happen after that.

From that moment, I never run out of things to say and I feel so inspired. At the onset of this dilemmatic feeling, you were actually the best choice to be my inspiration – your eyes, your hair, your eyeglass, the way you walk or talk to other people. Your smile is enough to let out the blues out of my mind, the reds and yellows to brighten my works, and some other rainbow colors, too.

Bright halos surrounds me every time I write, I laugh at funny lines that I make, even if I am alone. People would awkwardly stare at me as I smile while scribbling for the hundred words that would properly described the way I feel about you.

I feel so wonderfully inspired and people who can read my mind knows what I was thinking.

Almost all of my works was dedicated on you, (yeah, you can count this one, as well) but now I realized that no matter how many hundreds of articles or essays and poems that I write, you will never love me the way I love you. I will forever remain to you as someone who writes senseless e-mails to you everyday, or someone who asks you countless favors just to catch your attention.

You inspired me to be the best that I can be on my lifetime. But this sweet inspiration turned into a bitter nightmare - I am writing a sad note here and people can see that I was able to write this because of you, but inspiration is not what made me do this – it’s the heartache, the fact that I am agonizing about the tragedy that has fallen on me. Thanks for everything.