A bit...odd, now that I'm admitting it. It took a while to figure out. Or maybe it was simply that it was hidden behind the cluttered messes that comes along with it.
...I wouldn't really know. But as I look further into it, into my past actions, I guess that's where all of my inspirations came from. All the ideas that peice together into my head. All my stories, as well as my thoughts.
My inspiration would simply be the possibilities of what can, and could happen in reality. The idea to think, of form ideas as those small trickles of thoughts and suggestions fit together like a cog to a clock. To see, hear, and believe in the inevitability of the possibilities for tomorrow. To what could happen. To what can happen, and to what can't.
They are simply possibilities, ideas that come together from all the little things in one's life, as well as what we learn through every second of the day. Be it insignificant, or significant, they are simply cogs in the grand works of things.
So really. It may sound odd, but what inspires me are the possibilities.
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