Creative Awakening: A Declaration of Love

The words that I’m seeking
are seeking me as well.

Destiny prewritten in the stars.

Like new lovers attracting each other,
my calling and I 
are playing push & pull.

Irresistible, yet so vulnerable,
I start to type,
playing the game of words,
never knowing what comes next.

Will there be another bubbly stream?
Or an embarrassing dead end?

Well, I trust that my creativity won’t let me down,
ghosting me out of nowhere on a Sunday afternoon.

Like the moon drawing swinging reflections on the water,
I can’t look away, I want to dive deeper
into the mysteries of my own being.

Hypnotised with the stories emerging,
holding them until they find a way into the physical realm.

I don’t care which medium to use –
for now, words are enough.

This relationship feels so tender, so fresh,
and I have already have high expectations.
So I try to be patient and let it breathe,
staying curious about what actually wants to be manifested.

As every relationship is unique,
this one is no different.

I fell in love with words when I was a young child,
growing up with my head in the clouds,
nose deep in books,
escaping reality through fantasy.

Later, during my studies,
I found words in personal blogs,
that expressed what my frozen body
and young, innocent soul
were unable to express yet.

Stories & emotions hit my core deeply,
helping me release what I didn’t even know I was holding on to.

Words were my medicine.
Books my gateway to the infinite.
The library my temple.

Now, many years later,
we connect again,
this time in different roles:
I’m not just a consumer anymore,
but a creator as well.

I have many stories to tell,
and the words cannot wait to be woven into little artworks.

It feels like going full circle –
from seeking refuge & safety 
to creating my own home.