With my naked eye

When I was little, my mother told me that if I didn't use my talents, then God would take them away. 

Now did that make me draw and write more than usual? 

No.

I spent everyday in worry. I would think to myself "How do I know that I am using them enough?" I nearly drove myself nuts....

So as a daily test of my imagination. I would go outside and look up at the clouds unitl I would see a shape then I would feel better. Like my imagination was still there. The other day I went some place with my folks and I don't really talk alot around them. They are loud and sometimes I feel like I have to wave a gun around just to get a word in. So I came prepared. I brought some early New Order with me and my headphones. We were caught up in traffic so I started looking up at the clouds in the sky. And there they all were. Animals, Dragons, Spaceships. I was so overwhelmed that I had to fight back the tears. 

What a horrible thing to say to someone so early in life. 

That's like telling someone if you don't walk around enough then you will lose your legs. 

This older artist guy once told me. "get it all out of your system now, cuz later you'll be firing blanks."

Well I believe in inspiration, I believe it can take many forms. From a cool breeze carrying a scent of childhood autumns, to song on the radio. Even a surprising conversation with a stranger. 

I believe that you can get out of practice. But firing blanks? And I thought I was scenical.