The Tale of Art Creation

I know this feeling, that hunch that gets tickly then makes me chill. It gives me an itchy brain, it stings. It's when I hear something and get inspired. It’s when I hear something to get inspired. I let the flow of music do all the magic. I surrender to the spell that is cast at me by the lyrics. They take me on a journey into the realms of my inner mind; the eye that I can't see sees it all. I can see a visual representation of the verbal expression; a clip created by my mind’s composition. I get the hunch that this creation of my mind is the best that anyone could actually do. It has no match to any other thing anyone can compose. Maybe it’s just because it’s mine, I made it, it belongs to me and that’s why it’s beautiful; that’s why it’s beautiful in my own imagination. I surrender to the spell that my head has put me under. I only had to bring to life the magic words that I’ve already unconsciously composed and stored somewhere hidden away from my own reach as well as from the reach of others so that no one can actually sabotage the production yet to be produced. It's a whole world of inspiration waiting to get you inspired and waiting to get exposed through you, so let it. That’s how art works for me, it’s not only an expression, it’s a life; it’s the air that you allow to get into you to make your body function. Art is an expression, so indulge in that expression and bring it to life the way it brought you.