Sunday, May 29, 2011

The New Fuel

All you dream
Falls on me, it falls on me
And your beautiful sky
The light you bring
Falls on me, it falls on me...
Am I that strong?

-"Falls On Me" by Fuel

Share with me your dreams, your hopes, your wishes. Whether you lie in bed awake or asleep, I want to know your thoughts. They are fuel.

Sorry about the pun, but it's true. I use what inspiration others capture in their art to create more for myself. I use what horrors and wonders other experience in their lives to drive my writings.

I suppose I might be considered a leech is this sense, but I'm far healthier than those prescribed by physikers in the dark ages. I know my words have lifted people up, given them the strength to climb off their knees and back onto unsteady feet once more; I know I have offered crutches, and helped bring their confidence and strength back.

But to do that, I need their pain, your pain.

I feel all these things within myself, but I cannot always be completely honest with myself in terms of what I feel, partially to save myself, and partially because I need a tool to show me what I'm feeling.

... "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

-From "The New Colossus" by Emma Lazarus