the innate, never-ending desire to create.

to pick up the fragments of yourself that thrive obscurely in letters and words.

phrases maybe, because you tend to realize it is hard to be found complete.

it is to gaze at the sun-lit skies and ride the clouds on imagination's power bike.

to reach deep and unearth the treasures that lay within.

it is to be bound, yet to be free.

it is to be open, yet closed like the semi-permeable membrane.

it is walking the earth in desperate need of dilution, to be emptied and flushed by a higher power.

sometimes, living hides in the innate, never-ending desire to create.

and, it is our duty to search it out.