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I am not a fish

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I am going to be honest with you all. I haven’t been writing for quite a long time. The reason is quite simple, I didn’t want to.

The ” I don’t want to…” freaked me out. Since I was scared to admit that I didn’t want to do one of the most therapeutic things in this world which further more is also one of the things I love the most,  I was making up excuses: “I don’t feel like it…” “I don’t have time…” “I have nothing to write about…” and wait the worst is yet to come: “I am a complete mess, what the hell will I be writing about? I tried to be a good example of positive thinking and now I will spread what, the complete opposite? How incapable I am of surpassing it all? No one needs that!

But I do, even though it’s not easy at all.

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Art

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I have tried to create a mindset “Find inspiration everywhere” and, I have managed to succeed, but muse?

I am in a dead-end here.

I have a few questions, but somehow I feel like I can’t have easy answers, let alone correct, so pardon my misplacement. What does it feel like to be a muse to someone? Is it a burden? Does it impact your metaphysical entity in any way? Is it a responsibility? Do you need to meet expectations, criteria and keep up?

I asked an Artist, and at first glance it looks difficult to explain, not because he doesn’t know but I assume because in this case words may fail to do their magic. Sheeeeesh…

I wasn’t looking for the definition anyway. I want to know what it feels like. He said it’s an emotional transcendental state. No boundaries, a person, an object which transforms in overwhelming feelings, like a source of energy to produce art non stop. It is a state of mind, so unique and personal that sometimes it drifts away from the object of muse itself.

Credits to Albi a true Artist. Thanks for the pic.

xoxo #kristinakoti

 

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In-Inner

I know, because I’ve seen it so many times, over and over again.
Have you actually noticed that sometimes the bad guys were not so bad to start with? Very often the villains were good guys in the first place, not some ruthless, merciless creatures. Then something happened, good guys gone bad! Good guys seeking strength and power to protect, to fight injustice, to make things right. Good guys that fighting the “monsters” they loathed, became monsters themselves, and the same old triggers: the loss of beloved ones, loneliness, misunderstanding, prejudice, exclusion. The aftermath when your heart and soul crashes down the abyss you try so hard to keep at bay, the cracking sound of your mind when it rebels. Now more than ever, I feel… I know the meaning of falling apart, you lose your equilibrium.

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