Dear Inspiration

A Story by Alex Paulsen

Dear Inspiration

Although your existence is only abstract, your origins are quite intriguing.
I remember a time when you borrowed from the prose of a drummer,
Stole from the minds of a Philosopher,
And taught me behaviours of the elder.

I remember you sitting between me, and those I love
Every day as long as contact was made.
You even turned up to watch every argument
Afterwards just sitting, offering yourself again.

You're a a messenger
Of many formats
I caught you on the telephone once.
And you never stop delivering so long as I'm alive.

Alex.