I'm no Mentor
Those words came streaming to me when I realized all those people I thought I'd changed their lives, and some think the same thing. I'm nothing if not honest. When I find out things about myself they get chiseled out into my skull, and it's like tattoos. Like words on my skin. like deformations in my physical form. I know I've not changed any
thing in those lives. I've done nothing. All I can say I've done is inspire to create. It's a dirty word these days. Creating!
Creating a spill that's horrible,
Creating life which will suffer for your inadequacies,
Creating new space for prisoners,
Creating new jobs,
Creating a party of people whom just want to make people suffer.
I've thought about being the less creative mind in my age, and sporting the shot that'll ring red into the face of haters, and all I can say is. I don't want to.
Haters never learn, and cheaters prosper for a while at least.
I'm certainly been cursed with the inability plague. I have more but this isn't the time for self loathing.. just some reflections on who I am.
I'm an Inspiration
