Shallow Water...

To express whats in your head is not an easy process... Specially those nagging thoughts, notes you take in the corner of your mind, while you are having a conversation with someone, or just looking out of the window in the back seat of a car, watching the green hills kiss the sky or just observing people going through everyday life, listening to the secret soundtrack coming from the crowd, telling a story that was told maybe million times or even more. But something in that moment strikes your head, and all the tangled wires suddenly draw a beautiful picture you haven't seen before.

While we're busy looking for what we lack, we forget the magic of what we already have, trapped inside a cubical, four walls, faces and voices, speaking words you memorize by heart even before they are uttered. sometimes we need new eyes, new ears, to see and hear the beauty of the ordinary, sometimes we need to dip deeper into the well we drink from everyday, and taste a sip of water just a little slower, and feel it stream inside us quenching the inner thirst.

Theres so much beauty around us, in everyday picture, in the boring routine lies some abandoned-and-taken-for granted details.

It's a road that we all take, digging deeper into the muddy road, there we will find valuable rocks... not a promise of a diamond, all shiny and glowy, to show off or to glitter in a sunny day!, but coal, black and dull pieces of coal... to dirty your hands, to draw a portrait on a wall, to warm your bones in a cold cold winter night.. to toast you some bread , or to glow in the dark.

Inspiration, its a blessing, you never know when will it come next, you may isolate yourself, listen to a wonderful piece of music, talk to a wise man, or a funny man, crack a sudden joke, gaze at a flower, read the news, read an interesting book, watch a documentary about something u never knew what or when, or sit in your favorite place with the words trapped in your head holding a pencil or a pen, nothing comes out, the river runs dry while thoughts are floating in your mind.

You never know what might light that candle, you never know when will the rain fall so the thirsty papers drink up all the ink

It might be a star, a warm hug, a prayer, or someone who whispers softly silently to your heart, opening those gates your locked self, as you soar the skies , or some ordinary words you hear everyday. just like the live comes from the dead and the dead comes from the live, never underestimate the boring, you never know how much excitements can come out of that!