This world is no longer meant for people who write, there’s no time to put pen to page when inspiration strikes.

Inspiration doesn’t take priority, it isn’t even on the list, we are busier then we’ve ever been, and there’s so much that we’ve missed.

So many words gone that could have brought beauty to all those who would read, but we had to go to work had to kill that seed.

So many seeds that will never grow because inspiration strikes like lightning, yet we run from it, we stay busy, and to me that’s frightening.

Why don’t we pay more heed to the beating of our heart, the expression of our soul, or a new days start.

Because each day is new and there are new words to share, yet instead we stay busy and forget to ever care.

We forget to care about beauty, love, and life, we go through the motions and push through our strife.

But today I stop, I give time to my words, they are precious and meaningful; they are meant to be heard.

So I take time today, I carve it out with a knife, my words will bleed out onto this page to prove that I’m alive.