Does anyone else ever get this feeling that absolutely engulfs you. It tells you to write, draw, paint, create. It fills you up and you feel like a cup about to overflow. It’s a little overwhelming, no doubt; yet the weight of that feeling on your chest is something you welcome.
For me, the feeling will start in my chest and spread. It’s like dropping a dollop of paint into a glass of water. It spills over one point, and then it’ll spread, dance and sway all the way to the bottom. It’s absolutely beautiful.
It’s a feeling of dull pain, yet great potential. It’s feeling all my emotions all at once, being hit like a tidal wave. In these moments, my body is the eye of the storm. Powerful, yet, in a strange way, aligned.
It’s so absolutely odd but I love this feeling and I love what it does to me.
Memoirs of a Muse 