This is why I write. Words inspire me. They sweep me off my feet and carry me away to a place I belong. Poetry fills my eyes, my heart and my soul. Not sure who wrote this, but it’s beautiful.
Random thoughts
The Creative Chic
This is why I write. Words inspire me. They sweep me off my feet and carry me away to a place I belong. Poetry fills my eyes, my heart and my soul. Not sure who wrote this, but it’s beautiful.
The Creative Chic 
I liked how you used imagery, to tell what inspires you. Also, I feel the same way too.
When I trek to the top of mountains I always feel my problems to be very tiny. Looking at this vast world, looking at the people at the bottom now looking like the size of ants.