I am now at an inspired place, an inspired point in time.
My pencil flows through not just my hand, but through my surroundings.
Something dangerous stimulates my sight and brings light & life to thoughtless lead.
The paralysis my hands eagerly donates to the experience drives this pencil's borrowed thoughts, a purpose.
Obsticals are meant to be overcome, therefore this note is a testimony for all three of us.
This song of no melody is perceverence.
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