Inspiration, often times described as a burst of wisdom spilled on something or someone. When stained from the spill, creativity pops up behind you and gives you instructions to what to do. Doesn't matter if it is artistic or musical, you just do it. For example, after Miyamoto studied Shadow of the Colossus, he got inspired to design the Giant Robot as the 3rd boss in Super Mario Galaxy.

The source of inspiration can be found in all things both living and dead. Apple tree inspired both Johnny Appleseed and Isaac Newton, then Steve Jobs. To think of it, it is the seed of ideas and future. You may be thinking, homeless people probably don't have any inspiration. Maybe true or not true, but look at Mother Teresa, who won a Nobel Peace Prize for her founded Missionaries of Charity.

I was watching documentary about Issei Sagawa, a Japanese man who studied at Paris and attracted to one white skinned beauty. Spoiler alert, he kills her, then have sex with the corpse and consumes her body(starts with the long legs), piece by piece as days goes by. He wanted to "absorb her energy", well, he did, probably gain a few pounds after that but he inspired Rolling Stones to write a whole entire EP with his name as the title. He also threw away the leftovers in a public park. During the day. Smart guy.

Every night, when I am trying to go into the REM/NREM cycle, I always listen to me iPodno. Shadow of the Colossus would the first album I go to. The music takes me the inspiration land for tomorrow's living. So thank you, Team ICO & Kō Ōtani.

The Universe, Galaxy, 3rd from the sun are full of inspirations. I guess when one star's melody dies, another begins to sing.

Wake, eat, sleep and repeat, these are the basics routines. What if you did not do one of them? Well, it is very simple. Like a code in a program, without compiling all the codes, the program would not work. If you do not complete your missions in one day, you would suffer through all the bugs in the program, like Finale 2009 for Windows.

"06:45. Meet me at the pier, I got a package for you". End of transmission.
Would you know if the time was morning or night?
You parked your car and walked over to the pier. Time check, 06:45 P.M.. You waited all night, no one ever came.
If I did not tell you that the meet was in the morning, 06:45 A.M., you would not get the package. Oh yeah, the package contained a cure for AIDS, but no one can get the cure because you had mistaken that the meet was at 06:45 P.M..

Try this: Live one day without your communication devices.
(not responsible for unwanted sexual contact to you & your families)

The one thing we all have in common is waiting. After my 8th period class, U.S. History III, I always walk out into the blinding white light. As I walk, it seems everyone waits for something. People calling their parents, friends, doctors and maybe even lawyers. Setting up some sort of time arrangement for actions.

As I would turn right, I always see this one well built, Hispanic boy have his back lean against a pole, checking his phone, wiping his glasses. While all these details might make you assume that I have an affection or homosexual interprets on the boy, I don't.

As days gone by, 171 days to be exact, I always see him waiting for someone or something. I never found out though, I was not patient enough to wait for the answer. On the 162 day, I found out we have Math class together, I just never notice him being there, again, I am not into men for sexual attractions. During a discussion about getting STD on your elbow, he revealed his name was Danny. Even though he is Hispanic, his last name was Chan. Danny Chan.

On the 172 day, Danny graduated. I do not see Danny waiting anymore, because he is waiting with his back against a pole at a college now.

You wait, I wait.
When the wait is over, another wait begins.

Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do, will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, will never never forget it.

Red, like the blood that is spilling down your arms when my face got shot by a saw-off shotgun. Love could never die as long as you have the passion. Bright are the stars that shine, dark as the sky.

PB&J, mixed nuts and even a bottle of water. Simple snacks, gives the energy to one that needs it. Without simple feeding and exporting, the one does not get full.

The attraction, the tension, it is all apart of the web. Getting tangled and can't move, getting covered but can't breathe and gets eaten at the end. But if you get bit by it, you can be Spiderman.