i breathe inspiration out of death.
i breathe inspiration out of death. the more i die, the more i inspire. am
inspired. spending cold nights on the street. freezing. wearing my body
down. foot rot on my feet. but then i know life. i know what it's like to
freeze. to be aware of death. and i can write then. like smoking a cigarette.
a clove. burning. searing my lungs. and them i am inspired. the more you try
to live. the closer you are toward death.
muse@musespace.com