And the era begins…

Whatever romance exists between the sweet maladies of getting lost in one’s own mind and jerking back to reality to find a pile of work waiting for you doesn’t justify the pains one goes thro’ when inspiration finds you.
Picture I , in my mind, a silent dark embodiment of thought, lost in loosing, gaining too much…!
And then comes inspiration, decked up, in the colours of the evening, shimmers of the nightly stars and the dazzle of a bright morning…
And once you’ve seen her..you’re doomed for the rest of eternity.
What can inspiration do if she finds you?
Vanish in a trice and make you search again.

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