Live a life and fill it with meaning. Live with direction, but as to which one might be misleading. A story not prose, but this is the way my writing goes. Choose a topic and let that be the anchor. The ones that I know of are as appealing as a canker. But I must finish the story of not knowing what's right, never mind that now I simply must write. How can I surmise all the things that I’ve thought, looking back on this now it all seems for naught.
I really like the way this piece is written. It is very beautiful, the words touched me!
What is the thing that motivated you to write it? What gave you inspiration?