Inspiration

compose. i'm writing something. i hope to inspire, but inspiration always seems to fall short...you always see thmes in novels and movies and music and books and everything else and it all aludes to the pointlessness...the underlying unchanging which bellies the illuion of change...and how its supposed to be just accepted...and how it should be seen for its inherent beauty...which it is...its loriously beautiful...but still im left wanting...you see...i get that all is perfct in its imperfection...but if there are diffrent levels of infinity, than there can be different levels of perfection, and there has to be a better form than he one we got, right? it should, then, be worth my while, worth everybodies, to move towards this better place...but just as one pushes another pulls and thigs rip, and forever need mending....and i guess that is the unchanging...the only thing that will never change is the presence of change...and goddam if thas not a beautiful paradox...goddamn if that doen't make the whole thing worth it...and goddamn if i dont feel inspired again