Dear Inspiration,
Your touch gives me goosebumps on a calm spring day.
I feel capable of my innate human potential.
My ambitions expand.
I become willing to suffer for my visions.
The world seems brighter. Softer. More alive.
I walk through ordinary moments as if I’m trapped inside a waking dream.
Ideas flow effortlessly.
Not like a river.
More like a waterfall crashing over me.
My head drifts into the clouds.
And somehow the thoughts waiting there feel infinite.
Almost divine.
I want to exist in its bliss forever.
You narrow my focus.
I confidently choose a lane.
And everything standing in my way collapses into a single word:
Distraction.
And just like that...
You’ve triggered my obsession.
A burning sensation radiating through my body screaming:
Create. Create. Create.
The fire has been lit.
And the work is how I tend to your flame.
I lose sleep because reality becomes more beautiful than dreaming.
I forget to eat because you awaken a different kind of hunger inside me.
“Sorry my family. Sorry my friends.
I didn’t mean to miss all those phone calls,
but something deeper has been calling my soul.
Taking up the line.
Taking up my mind.”
As much as I want you to stay,
I’ve stopped trying to possess you.
I’ve surrendered to your fleeting nature.
So when you arrive, all I can do is stay completely present.
Not wasting a timeless second.
Because the moment I break eye contact,
I can feel you slipping through my fingers.
Leaving as mysteriously as you came.
I’m not scared.
I’m not cold.
Yet somehow…
You still give me goosebumps on a calm spring day.
Stay creative,
