Fleeting Muses.

Walking towards him, towards the one that made her happy for the first time in a long time, she felt like she wasn't ready. It almost felt like not wanting to take that chance. She wasn't ready to walk  away, not ready to let go of the all consuming love - the one that wasn't just sweet conversations, the one that wasn't just existing together happily. It was the one that made her who she was, it was the one that made her feel weak the only time. It was the one with which by her side they could conquer the world.. if they understood that. If they understood they weren't competing, if they understood how they loved each other. If they understood what was animosity and what was inability to understand emotions. If they understood, change is constant but feelings can stay, if they understood being the best is not all that matters and that powers that come together can be fragile when they converge. That all consuming love is the hardest. That it doesn't just happe...

What do I wanna write about? I want to write but don't know about whom. I want to create something to feel creatively fulfilled but I don't know what to pick. Should I write about the character that is so detached from the world she isn't sure who she is anymore? Or should I write about the one who is taking the world by a storm with her hard work and talent? Should I write poetry today or should I write a prose? Should I write a rap almost that can be turned into music or should I just focus on the characters forgetting everything? What are we seeking as writers? Is it the need to tell a story or is it to create characters? Is it so people can relate or is it to inspire? Or.. is it simply so we can connect to a few souls? What makes me want to write? What makes other people want to write? What makes them want to be creative and what makes them want to shut off their doors? What is it that we are fueled by? Are we really specks of the universe? Do we get affected if tw...