• My feelings of inspiration I reach from the godly sound of the music pulsing through me. I can feel this sensation of color upon my mind. Even though I try to express these sounds and pictures through my art. I find that there's nothing I can do. I try to sing along but yet....something doesn't feel correct. I need this to click! This sensation is killing me! This everlasting beauty I can see in my mind. I long to make it real. I'll promise myself not to rest until the dream is met. with each new song another beauty can be born, I hope that sense of creativity within me shall never end. That my visions would last forever. But what if all I see is only madness? Would it matter though?