"I sit alone in my four cornered room staring at candles"

I'm back after an extending break from my blog. I've been busy in my offline life, which is very surprising for me. But that's not the only reason I've been MIA. I started a new post over a week ago, and it's still in a draft state. As I've written before, when I attempt to write in an "uninspired" state of mind, the process only proves to be a frustrating exercise in futility. I'm planning to publish that post one day. It's about a confusing sign I encountered recently in a creepy parking garage. It's pretty funny actually, and reminiscent of the posts that landed me a "Best Humor Blog" nomination.

So now you may be wondering If you published this one, something has inspired you, right?

You know me so well. I was listening to my favorites on YouTube this evening when I noticed a video under Related Videos that I hadn't seen in a long time. "My Mind Is Playin Tricks On Me" by the Geto Boyz came out when I was in the 8th grade. My post title "I sit alone in my four cornered room staring at candles" is the song's introductory line. Like many songs, movies, and books that I ran across back then, I really didn't get what Scarface, Willie D, and Bushwick Bill were rapping about. It was just a cool sounding sound, with a cheesy video that I liked. But now that I'm older, songs like this that speak on the human condition draw me in and beg me to analyze their lyrics.

There is more than one interpretation of the song's meaning. As a writer, the lines that stands out to me deal with the ability to sit alone while thoughts take over your entire body, rendering it motionless, sometimes for hours; and the ones describing the effects of having visions. What I take from this song is a confirmation of my belief that people who are able to experience this and dare to entertain it, open their minds to receive raw emotions and feelings that can then be transferred to a form for others to receive.

I've often wondered about the inspiration behind the literary, musical, and theatrical works that are hailed as the greatest ever produced. If you'll notice, these works touch us deeply and affect our spirit; some are very haunting in their replication of what we have felt or have heard of others experiencing. And interestingly, the creators have led remarkably different lives from what they've produced. Never set foot in the environments of which they speak.

So how are they able to share things they've never experienced?

This may sound incredibly weird, but I believe these creations are possible through special portals that exist in the minds of creative people.The portals attract special signals in the universe. Again, this is my belief, I have no findings to back up anything. But it simply must exist. The wonder of Stevie Wonder comes to mind. I feel that his blindness has allowed him to see a beauty in the world that those of us with sight are not privy. He has those portals. Concentrated and powerful input enters his spirit, where his special ability allows him to put it into a form that communicates to the rest of us. And boy has it affected us.

I sit alone in my four cornered room staring at candles.