Inspiration

I want to write till my fingers are worn...but my heart cannot find the passion.

What do I do?

What do I write?

It feels the passion. But...where is it? It is hiding...hiding in my heart where no one else can see.

I must find it.

Once I do, I must hold onto it. It could be gone...out sight. Like a startled wild rabbit.

"Do not worry, little rabbit...do not be afraid.

I do not wish to harm you."

Find your inspration...

Find your wild rabbit.