Inspiration...

It's funny when inspiration will hit you. For me, there are countless things that inspire me to write. The weather, the time of day, my hand curled around a warm mug. Riding in the car, walking, people watching. Reading books, watching movies, listening to music. Feeling, smelling, tasting, hearing, or seeing a certain thing that just ignites something inside of me and moves me to write about it.
Most recently, it's been the blog of one Mr. Adam Young.
So actually, Adam Young's blog posts (and music) usually always (oxymoron, anyone?) inspires me. There's something about the way he writes- not only his blog, but his lyrics as well- that is extremely poetic, yet not poetic at all. But his latest blog post...it seriously blew me away.
He was under the influence of narcotic drugs. He was tired. He had just had surgery. He was watching documentaries on an oceanographer. And he wrote one of the weirdest, craziest, most brilliant things I have ever read. Why was it so brilliant? Well, he didn't know what he was writing...he didn't even remember writing it. But it was crafted in a way that any individual could read it and interpret it a different way...and yet there's still an underlying, universal message (I think? :p) It was just amazing. And that amazingness was further fueled by the fact that he wasn't even aware of what he was writing.
Here it is.
I highly, highly recommend reading it. It's a little bizarre, but in the best way possible.
Now...I gotta go find me some morphine (kidding!), Vicoden (kiding!), and Ambien (kid-oh wait...that's a sleeping medicine...hmm...)...and a Jacques Cousteau DVD...