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[Strategy]

Yesterday, on my day off, I sat down with an old friend and listened to him playing the piano.

We talked about inspiration and creativity; how and why it appears.

He asked me to describe it.

I said "it is all about imagination". I was halfway through a shroom trip, so I was barely thinking.

He told me to loosen up and go deeper (I kept thinking of Inception).

So I started rambling:

Spoiler

My imagination is like a rose.

It embraces me in thorns

that cuts through the flesh

and lives of the blood it takes.

My blood makes the rose bloom

revealing beautiful blood-red rosepetals.

The more blood I give,

the more passion I put into it,

the more beautiful it becomes,

hence I become more beautiful.

But one day

the beauty of the flower will become too great;

constantly demand more and more blood

to stay wonderous.

That day I will have to say:

"Rose,

you have drained me of all my blood,

all that I am.

There is nothing left to give.".

Then the rose will wither

and I with it,

for all my life,

all my worth,

I gave to a rose;

the most beautiful

and cruel thing in the world.

I will just leave it here so I do not forget.

Edited by Strategy, 12 August 2012 - 12:27 PM.

[Miya]

Sounds like marriage / relationships