I am an addict. I crave that sudden spark – that moment of creation where my muse awakens and sets the scene with whispers of a theme and spins me stories I believe in, singing them with feeling and painting pictures in my mind so vividly.
I long for those times where I do not simply ride a train of thought, but allow my imagination carry me away. Pressing pen to paper, or fingers to keys, I am set free.
It is a high unlike any other.
Maybe I need to settle on a book to read, discover new art, find new music, or simply listen to the silence. I am very introspective which means I tend to overthink things. Perhaps I only need to stop searching and let it come to me instead.
A bolt from the…
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