Into the Head of Little Red: Inspiration
My inspiration is the pounding of a human heart. The movement of birds in the winter. The touch of his lips to mine. The calm of the night and brightness of the day. The pain I feel. The pain you feel. The pain we feel together. The way flowers blossom in the spring. The way I mysteriously feel your presence lingering with me as I leave the room. The aroma of lilacs and roses. The sound of car horns. The way you hold my hand and never let go. The blood rushing through my veins. The setting sun. The midnight moon. The sound of a present being torn into. The smell of turkey and ham on Thanksgiving Day. The sparkling stars. And the people who make my life just a little bit easier by being there for me.
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