Inspired

Inspiration is all over in the air as long as I still see and hear;

I'm inspired every time I breathe;

Inspiration is here and there if I can listen and stay focus;

I'm inspired by each heart beat;

Inspiration plagerizes nature and environment in their being;

I'm inspired till life is no longer mine;

Passion Or Experience - Part 2

Passion is enslaving and experience is libertine;

Passion or experience, I don't know;

Passion can be malicious and experience suspicious;

Passion or experience; I don't know;

Passion is gutsy and experience is footsy;

Passion or experience, I don't know;

Passion is bitsy and experience is ditsy;

Passion or experience, I don't know;

Passion is sweet and experience is bitter;

Passion or experience, I don't know;

Passion is the drive and experience is the swing;

Passion or experience, I don't know;

Passion is expression and experience is depression;

Passion or experience, I don't know;

Passion is a tambourine and experience is a turbine;

Passion or experience, I don't know;

Passion shrinks as time goes and experience grows as time passes;

Passion or experience, I don't know;

Passion is concretized by experience and experience is concertized by passion;

Passion or experience, I don't know;

Passion makes us vulnerable and experience makes us predictable;

Passion or experience, I don't know;

Passion makes you project and experience makes you reflect;

Passion or experience, you tell me.

Termites

My day is over so I head home.

Normally I'll drive; however, sometimes I take the roller-coaster.


Once there, I try to get in the house and as I touch the knob it sounds like it hasn't been greased in a long, long time.

It's the playground of too many kids which implies it is filled with lots of unknown and rare bacteria.

I feel I need to wear gloves for protection and even if I take them out of a brand new package, I still check thoroughly before usage in case there are some holes.

It is not easy to open the door, the hinges are incredibly rusty due to time and apparently a load is obstructing the entrance.

I lube all areas, then I put my fingers through the crack to let me push.

While I do, it fails to resist against the strength of this muscle.

It falls inside absorbing the shock and, here I follow.

Attempting to move in, I meticulously avoid debris walking tiptoe from left to right or front to back, zigzagging pretty much.

On my way to the showers, I remove the things blocking it prior to sweat one more time.

Intensely enjoying the sensation of the water on my skin; the pipeline that is defective starts releasing a yellowish fluid instead of the regular pure and clear liquid.

Observing this, I fear and something tells me to check the plumbing and the whole building.

After I couldn't see everything with my naked eyes, I called on specialists to examine it inch by inch.

Surprisingly, termites have been chewing on the whole foundation for over two hundred years which means it was too late.

The funny thing, I had no insurance to cover the loss incurred and when I bought it, it looked so beautiful from the outside.

Although, it was all a simple camouflage thus an artistic decor full of really impressive ornaments.

The previous owner is no longer around, I heard he had travelled to a far foreign country.

Now, I'm on the streets with no one to blame nor anyone to make pay.

The only option left is to go try finding this man to see whether where he currently lives is a better place.

If it's worse than being homeless or my situation, I'll damn these tiny bugs.