haven't been here for quite a while now. as it is october once again (26th of my life) i am once again reminded of All Things That Inspire. i think it's brought on by the beauty in decay. what is inspiration for me? it's a reflection because reflections double (or triple or multiply by whatever number's your favourite) sensations. reflections are never the truth and they do not claim to be, so that's pure honesty. reflections paint the pavement with the sky and dying leaves. (self-)reflections help me move on. and i do hope that i am always moving on. reflections may be put together of shards and pieces so sometimes they collage simple things together in innovative or unexpected ways and that is where genius lies. and reflections are never just lying there but they're there to be noticed and to be gazed at from an angle or many different ones. and people reflect as well. their reflections widen and sometimes shake to core the worlds of others around them. it's an adventure.