Looking for something

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Where do ideas even come from? I don’t know. 

Actually that’s kinda bullshit. I do know. And it’s not from sitting here looking at instagram. 

Usually my ideas come when I’ve done something different. Picked up a book, walked a new route, hell even picked a different coffee shop that morning. Here in the beach suburbs I’ve been lost and stuck. No ideas. Mostly because I’m not finding anything that sparks me. I’m mostly mad at my surroundings. For having to live here. 

But I can feel it. Something inside me is desperate. I can only assume I’m on the verge of greatness. Stay tuned.