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You sit alone for few hours,
attempting to write using your own voice and ghost. First you look around you, seeking earthly inspiration, you only can think of green. Then you look further, Seeking more inspiration, and find that humanity conclude itself to love; you think about that for another hour, till you realize you understood nothing. You finally look up to the sky, and start seeking heavenly inspiration, to find the divine refusing to provide you the beauty he has provided to previous poets. You finally close your eyes, to find the kingdom of heaven within yourself. And from there you stop Thinking, and start writing words that mean nothing, but your inner soul, because you are your own ghost, voice, inspiration and grace. May 17th 2010
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