Inspiredly Uninspired

Funny, I feel inspired on the big things in life, but the little details befuddle me.  Like I need to take things backwards "Here's the big picture, and here's where you fit, this space in the big picture is yours to fill, it's your safe place."  Trouble is I don't think I ever really felt safe enough to just let go.  No ones ever really given me that space, and now I don't know how to take it or make it mine.  If I let go who's going catch me? Where will I be after the fall? Does it matter? What's wrong with falling, tumbling gliding through the nothing between somethings? They say something's got to give, does nothing do all the taking? So I'm nothing and you're something. I'll give you my hand, you can take my heart and my whole life too. Love I've fallen up and the ground is fading quickly. I've taken my plans and all my demands, I surrender just take over. Mind melts over keys and subtle things but the truth is still the same.  Its taken me years to feel this sane. I'd play the blame game but that's all over, its all dead, playing victim is like a broken four leaf clover. Now I'm inspired yet uninspired.  Ensnared by a thought multiplied by the times I thunk it in the dark, fueled by what was then a broken heart, is now an artists' heart.

ART IS T. T is anything you need it to be. Therapy, thighs muscular with work. Toes to stand on. Time that heals all wounds.

Artist.