From where do you draw inspiration for writing a poem?
I find it everywhere.
A landscape.
A discussion with a friend.
A discussion I wished to have but never happened.
A small snail I saw while walking.
Inspiration could be everywhere.
And sometimes nowhere.
At the end, it might be just me.
Looking for excuses.
To write about what is within me…
Things will be fixed one day.
In a way you cannot imagine.
And even if they do not.
Perhaps there was nothing to fix in the first place anyway.
Things will be destroyed.
Things will go wrong one day.
And life will go on.
And you will survive.
Because things might go wrong anyway.
Under a tree.
A butterfly. A small kid. Wind.
Calmness. Rage…
So weak we are. Always ready to accept the things that we cannot do. The things we are not able to. Only because we are like that. Because we were born this way. Weak gods. Fallen. Unaware that once upon a time we roamed Earth barefooted. Trying to survive. Believing that we could. Not because we were part of this cosmos. Not because we loved Earth. But because we looked at the stars instead…
Poetic Philosophy 