Is the statue hidden in the marble?
Are there ideas, buried within my mind?
-
Strange, how simple life can be
I awake; I create. I daydream, contemplate.
In blissful solitude, yet surrounding me,
a thousand ideas, yearning to become.
-
''Creativity is existentialism''
Witness, the ink of my soul!
Behold, undeniable proof, I am here.
Weep, as the pages burn in the brazier of time,
unseen and vain, nonsense and rain.
-
very much akin to a dance, a quiet celebration,
an ebullition, a spectacle by and for one self-
One self? The pages, witness to ideas and less than ideas
Weep, the pages, scratches of the mind, proof, yes!
Undeniable proof, yes
Weep the pages-
About the Creator
YonathanJ - Writer
Clouds are daydreaming, imagination, life's beauty. The writer in me is like clouds. Taking words, crafting stories; water sublimating, becoming infinitely more.
What better medium than writing to let words become clouds that inspire others
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also become a paid subscriber, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.