The world is my muse. Just look around, focus on any one thing and inspiration will come. I am bewildered by all; the strangers I pass on my way to class, the shattered beer bottle outside my dorm, even the couch I am sitting on now. Every thing has a story behind it and I see inspiration as the untold story of anything. As I search for the 'correct' answer, I find myself looking everywhere and so that must be it. Everywhere, everything, and everyone is my muse.