waves of inspiration come and go. when they come, i ride them until i reach the shore. it’s a high i love feeling. when i’m inspired, i feel powerful. i feel i’m in control of all the possibilities i can fathom. it’s like the world is mine regardless of how far from the truth that is.
the irony of all this, is waves of indifference come as frequent, if not more and all i can do is ride it out until the tides shift.
not by choice, but by the nature of this life.
-ratha, 10:38pm, 9.27.19