What inspires you?
I think that inspiration has its paradox - it's so difficult to find or retrieve your muse, even though the sources from which you can absorb it are unlimited.
As for me, people themselves are a perfect wellspring for inspiration. It's amazing how you can get an emotional picture from the intriguing glance of a random passer, or a motivational basis to create and improve from other people's aspirations. Even if you spend your day away from town, you can find human's features even among the natural environment. It's amazing how you can feel the tenderness of your beloved one in the petals of wild flowers.
The more you get know a person, the bigger coil you weave from his/her thoughts, aspirations and emotions - both given by you and to you. As the result, you get what you were looking for - an infinite thread of inspiration.
And for that, I'm very grateful to you, my dear D.!
Don't you dare... To swallow sands of time,
To dissolve in ashes of your grime.
Nights are sheen... As bright as your tiara,
When you fly with snows over Sahara.
Nights are sheen in palm Madagascar,
You can wish upon a shooting star.
Don't you dare to fall with stars to firth -
You're the milky way over the Earth!
I think that inspiration has its paradox - it's so difficult to find or retrieve your muse, even though the sources from which you can absorb it are unlimited.
As for me, people themselves are a perfect wellspring for inspiration. It's amazing how you can get an emotional picture from the intriguing glance of a random passer, or a motivational basis to create and improve from other people's aspirations. Even if you spend your day away from town, you can find human's features even among the natural environment. It's amazing how you can feel the tenderness of your beloved one in the petals of wild flowers.
The more you get know a person, the bigger coil you weave from his/her thoughts, aspirations and emotions - both given by you and to you. As the result, you get what you were looking for - an infinite thread of inspiration.
And for that, I'm very grateful to you, my dear D.!
Dare
Don't you dare... To swallow sands of time,
To dissolve in ashes of your grime.
Nights are sheen... As bright as your tiara,
When you fly with snows over Sahara.
Nights are sheen in palm Madagascar,
You can wish upon a shooting star.
Don't you dare to fall with stars to firth -
You're the milky way over the Earth!
(c) I.T.

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