It's Everywhere

It's everywhere, you know. It's anywhere you go. Everything you touch. In that coffee shop next to the Italian restaurant, under your blanket, even on the the highest shelf on fourth floor library that you hated to go. It's that band that you keep listening to, over and over again. That text message you just received from a friend that you have not seen for a while, or talk for a while. It is in the book you are reading. The essay you have to write. That conversation in the pub when you are having one too many beers on a Thursday night. When you are running out of milk and you have to get it in the store across the street, but you have to wait for the traffic light turns red then you can cross and that is also when you look up to the sky that looks so grey you noticed you have not seen the sun for three days. The look of admiration when you are on the check out lane waiting behind this old man that looks about 65 year old but still go shopping by himself. The compliment your friend gave you for not giving up trying. That joy after putting the meal you cooked by yourself from scratch on a white porcelain plate. That hug from your favorite bartender in town last Friday night that still linger for some time. The struggle to move on from that heartbreak. The picture of you and your family on the holiday in the island of the sun several years ago but the feelings were as fresh as this morning breakfast. It is in the hope of your summer going to be like this year. It is in the fear. It is in the worry. It is in the song you are listening right now. It's everywhere. Inspirations are everywhere. You don't get to say you cannot write — because you can.