My paints lie abandoned, the floor littered with blue and yellow brushstrokes slowly merging to give splotches of teal along their border. The canvas before me is empty, and I'm staring at it, hoping against hope that some colours will bloom in my mind. They don't.
Minutes tick away. I know this because my morning coffee has gone cold. No more wisps of steam rising into the air, no comforting warmth of my coffee cup in my cold hands. The skylight is open, sending in warm buttery sunrays that fall in shafts on the attic floor, the window grills casting pale shadows. Maybe I could draw that. Whip out my orange paint, mix it with blue and paint the brown of the walls. It should've been easy.
Somewhere, there is a world filled with fireflies and swirling pixie dust A world where magic reigns free, A world where you and I can live in peace and count shooting stars This world seems Like a faraway dream I've climbed mountains in search Of magical moonbeams Wherever this world is, I will wait awhile For the wind tells me That I shall soon reach
And I'll meet you there
"I'll meet you there", the inspiration behind this piece, is from Rumi's A Great Wagon. Those verses have never left my mind, and this just reminds me of Rumi so much. Jalal-ad-din Muhammad Rumi was a 13-century Farsi poet and Sufi mystic. His poems have not only influenced Farsi literature, but also Ottoman Turkish, Urdu and Pashto.