Slave To The Soul

There is so much beauty in this world. I just want to collect all of it and stuff it into my soul. But it appears impossible. That's the thing about beauty, it cannot be contained.

Everyday I see inspiration welling up everywhere I look and I get this feeling likened to a deep thirst. It becomes unquenchable, insatiable. I guess I'm a slave to the soul, of needing to create and give birth.

word of the day: Pulchritude: classic beauty, classic sex appeal.