In 50 words: Post 3: The dripping

An artist struggles all his life to empty himself. To die dry of every trickle of art.

He wastes his many years in synchronizing his feet and heartbeat with the world’s.

The stagnant pool of  art rises, chin-deep, eye-deep, then blinds him and he sees. Inside. And he starts dripping.

Ain’t a single day

Ain’t a single day in my life where I don’t want to sing.

Ain’t a single day in my life where I don’t want to write a song.

Ain’t a single day in my life where I don’t want to dance.

Ain’t a single day in my life when I don’t want to teach someone something I know, and make them feel happy.

Hurray! I just narrowed down the ocean of things I have wanted to do, to 4 things I don’t want to spend a single day without doing.

 

Now you try. If you’re honest, it’ll take you seconds.

The fairy in you and me….

The past few days have been some of the most beautiful days of my life. Days filled with little moments, which I’m sure will remain in my heart forever. I was doing what I loved to do, I’d been at the place I most love to be, and with people whose company I treasure the most. I was almost like I’ve lived a dream. Continue reading “The fairy in you and me….”