I started with a poetic line inspired by the far fiery horizon line, and I really thought I was on to something ’til my mom wouldn’t stop background-talking Is this how inspiration is killed? is two too much of a crowd for deep words to be spilled? One lost train of thought and all is gone maddening but always with much to say ‘cause after all isn’t this how a story is born? Words flow quick in this head yet I stay down to earth when I say normals don’t understand all that it takes, that once you’re wired you better fan the flames One circumstantial vodka shot can numb…