Where Do Ideas Come From

"Where do ideas come from"

I wondered

and you whispered in my ear

"If I told you it wouldn't be art"

At which point the words in my head become breaths

How can I look you in the eyes and not be blinded?

I'm supposed to let you enter my dreams but love is something you will never truly feel

You left a note in my home saying

"I will try to stay here but your ideas are constantly on fire"

I told you

"The human soul is constantly on fire"

I'm feeling as if I'm entering rooms where you just left

It seems like the word "inspiration" was created just to describe the lack of it,

and empty space around me was created to describe the absence of you

With your hand on my shoulder,

you whispered once again

"If you could understand it wouldn't be art"

And I sensed that you smiled as a human would smile

Maybe not thinking about you will bring me closer to you

But that would mean I accept my inability to understand you

So now I'm talking directly to you, my love

You will always remain a part of me but divine intervention is not required for my ideas to come to life

I confess to you in the most blasphemous and loving way

A kind heart is enough for my art

However, having you around helps me love myself a bit more