It was thought that the gods blew on creative people, who would then inhale the god's breath and have an idea. This is the premise of "inspiration": inhaling divine breath and ideas.

Wednesday, August 6, 2014


Slowly silently i watched her from corner of my eye. Is she the same girl i knew? Bubbly, joyous and chattery! Eyes radiating innocence. 
No this is not her. Wheres the joy of her eyes gone? The pulse of her life stolen. Beauty vanished. Do you think shes alive..... the soft fragrance of the girl i once knew is alas gone in this woman. 

God save her. God help her.... i will visit her often.
Next visit

Slowly silently i watch her from the corner of my eye

She's back my lass. Her beauty radiating through out. The fragrance of life shes found once more. Her eyes intoxicated, her lips so calm. Someone has touched her soul... awakening her sleeping soul. Shes happy once more...

It must be love. No it must be lust. No it must be something which is all above.

Slowly silently i watch her now... and walk away. She does'nt need me now. Shes found a soul who's touched her whole... she dances and sings and eats and sleeps. Shes found a soul whos all above.


  1. Genius. Captures all emotions in such a small post. Hope you post more.