"Live with inspiration. Live for inspiration. Live inspired. Celebrate everything broken, everything bold. The rich black, where everything starts, eyes crawling outwards. The deepest blue of the milk carton, the old blanket where you no longer move, the floor that catches you. The vibrant purples of the beetle crushed underfoot. The violent reds of silence, the orange as days find themselves in dreams, the yellow in the moment that the trees follow. The green as the ocean falters, swells up, swims, drinking the sky. And the white movements of nothing, of never, of nowhere, of the question and the circle, the dance and the whisper. And you are new, an infant with broken bones, standing on the edge of the night, smiling."
—Ian William L.
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