On my way to my sleeping
bed. Sometimes I sleep with in short period and sometimes it takes lot of time
to sleep. It is that very time my world is quit. It is that sweet spot in hour
day to day life. When we are literally away from the materialistic world. It is
that time when my muse steps in and takes over me. I can not describe its
gender lets call it she. She is a random spirited thing. Her guise is uniquely
feminine. She first appeared to me a long time ago although I did not recognize
her nor did I utilize her ability. I simply thought it is my imagination which
it was the same but I waved it out but it was this time stubborn so I try to
utilize her talent. That’s the when way when we are very alike. She keeps
simply showing up everytime.
when I was finding myself blank at a piece or a
blank wall. Sometimes she will wave me away saying not now. Other time she will
just stand up by myside and arms crossed till I place my finger on the paper
with pen or keyboard. I have no idea who she really is and that seems to
ticking her off. She crossed her arms and rolls her eyes at me when I think
that. Having said all that I have to credit her with bringing me great stories
to write. But some of the stories she wants me to tell I can't, not now anyway.
I really don't know if it's me or her but sometimes the stories are just too –
(sad, promising, amazing?). I'm not sure but once she reached out and placed
her hand flat on my keyboard. I stopped typing and erased that one, the time
just wasn't right for the telling I suppose.
I somehow think she knows things
I'm not aware of so I'll just leave that thought where I found it. At the time
of getting up in the morning I find witty in myself and started narrating and
creating different stories, poems etc with on different topics. It is her
blessing or subconsciously helping me out whenever I feel myself in a mess. I
do regard her deeply.
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