Awe

crippled by the relative impossibility of ever soaking in the light of intellectual & creative inspiration, said to come from the bright, shining, illuminating awe of someone truly great, who might stroll into your path whilst you stumble along aimlessly, it can almost be terrifying when it actually happens & one second guesses themselves, one feels that it might be better to push said individual off of the nearest ledge so as to prove that such an event might never really occur, because once in awe, can one ever return to a state of personal striving? will this individual whom you now look up to, ever look at you in even remotely the same way? will this individual ever grant you a moment of release from the shackles of the admiration that you bestow upon them (for your hands were tied by your own hands, in some way that seems defeating when you ponder it late at night) yourself? will these babblings in your head arriving at the front of your mind & lingering, ever come to any sort of profitable fruition, or will you be a slave to another’s greatness, forever?