A free spirited artist, on his daily routine of wandering around, seeking for something to inspire him to do his work. He continuously seeks a muse, so to speak. After much wandering, he came to a forest which he has never seen before, multitude of trees line the path with sunlight streaming through its leaves. A mixture of green, yellow, and orange. Among those trees that stand tall with its might, there was a girl, as beautiful and breathtaking as he can imagine.
The girl saw him and spoke, "What are you doing here?"
That voice, was the most melodious voice he has ever heard. Right there and then, a spark of creativity ignites his artistic self.
He has found his muse.
But then he woke with a start, the dream vanishing into nothing.
Bitter, angered, a little bit amused.
He has found his muse, but she was not physically there.
Imagination and creativity possesses this artist, and he began to paint, with freedom, imagination, and creativity all inspired by that dream, reality or no.
CZYTASZ
Starlight and Supernovas
PoetryA collection of amateur poetry. I believe that language is so beautiful that it can be likened to the infinite beauty of the celestial skies.
