I am no writer or poet. I used to be able to write anything when I was young, but as I grew older, I seem to have lost that ability. But sometimes, I need to try to capture those fleeting moments of inspiration that I have. This is one of them.
I'm not sure what it is about these moments, but they always seem to come when I least expect them. It's usually late at night, forgotten by morning. Inspiration is a fickle thing. It comes and goes as it pleases. And if you're not careful, it will slip away from you before you even have a chance to capture it.