Where you lead, I will follow...

I am inspired by many things. People, music, fiction, art, lust, love. Sometimes there's no way to stop it, I just have to pick up a pen and start writing. Most of the time, my works of "art" don't make sense, not even to me, but what I've come to realise is that it's not about creating something magical everytime you feel the need to shape your inner most thoughts into meaningless words, it's about the sheer act of allowing yourself to be inspired by the world around you, to let your guard down to the point where your surroundings can fill you up with an uncontrolable fire that enables you to reach out to people's souls...

Sometimes I wonder why I write. I mean everything has already been said a thousand times over. There is nothing more to add. Everything has already happened, everything has already been destroyed. It's all just borrowed time...

The last battle in the everlasting war will be won before it is even fought. It is a battle of ideas, of principals, of courage, of faith. We have been fighting in it since we were born. Only you and me are left standing. Each pointing a gun at the other. We look at each other and smile, we both know what lies ahead. We pull the trigger exactly at the same time, it's as if we're one single being. We collapse to the ground. The pain of our mortal wound lingers. Yet we laugh. We gaze upon each other for the last time and exhale our last breath. We did it, we changed the world...