Inspiration. Flower's dust impregnates the flavor of my sweet memories, it tastes so colorful I feel I could die. Inhalation. I begin to understand the reason I exist, and in such delirium my body rests. Exhalation. Color spreads I am made of sugar, and as heat melts my heart I become cotton candy, flower umbrellas, and merry rain. Inspiration, and it starts all over again.
The fullness of your heart is the source of inspiration, a creative flow that never ceases to admire the wonders that surround us. If you feel uninspired, just let yourself fall into the arms of the beautiful: a simple flower, a smile. Then, you shall feel the inspiration flow through your palpitating arteries again.