This pandemic has given me a lot of free time and I keep drifting away… in thoughts, worrying about the future and becoming sad for no reason. And yesterday I met my muse and thought we were alike.
Us and the butterflies. We want to fly, towards our happiness like they fly towards nectar, their sweetness. We want to be free and do whatever we like.
But, there is the noise from the crowd around us, monotonous thoughts and hurricanes of worries swirling in our mind. We drift away… like a butterfly along a strong wind. Wings broken… Forgetting what we like and venturing into useless worries.
Look! I am drifting into poetic thoughts again… Anyways let’s try to take control and seek what we like, instead of letting something/ someone else drag us into a pool of worries.
That’s all for today👋. Leaving my drawing of the muse…
Maeil Talks 