inspiration

Inspirational eyes





In his eyes I saw a sort of madness, just before he leapt to battle. This was not any specific madness, but the type you liked on your side, but preferred he didn’t have at all. This madness is uncontrollable, is a way of life. You see in his eyes I saw insanity, mediocrity, scytsofrenia. In his startling blue eyes you could see the way you would die, how you would live. In those emotionless eyes you wished him be gone. You wished you were never born.

               With eyes so powerful you could see so very far. So in a way the madness within this mindless, unincourgable, man’s eyes bore through our way of life, killed our grave thoughts. We who know nothing of the way to live even after you die.

                I looked as he was battling, spraying characters across a page, battling against his will of inspiration. He was a true writer.