So, the source of inspiration is the element of choice. You just need to be most careful, of to whom you give a voice.

For the 500-word series...

When You held my hand I started to cry; You know I had never Felt good for a while. Promise it will never end, Promise we will make it; Cause my heart could never take

My beautiful friend when I heard your cry Instantly I run just to hold you tight. I knew you could feel my pain Deep inside your heart; Wanted to say it’s OK, Words wouldn’t come out.

Remember the time when I saw your face I thought to myself by him is my place Knew I would be with you, knew I’d have your child But did not predict that… we could get so far

We thunked down in Britain, the massive tyres absorbing the weight, giving, recovering. I'd never been on a plane before, much less as a ribbon on the kite of a real rock 'n' roll tour.

Once more im caught with the devils again. I dont know if she believes in me im not even sure of myself. Im normally happy but today i need some help. Sometimes i wonder if im bipolar

My friend, my dear mate! You help me take a step or two, With you I share a few words, Right out of my soul At times when the world appears to be a mist, When there is no one around