Muse of My World

Some have their muse, others have their objects. But I have the world around me. Not one thing doesn't make me write or draw. Not one thing doesn't take me to a new world. I write not for others, but for myself and others just listen. Words paint a picture in my head and my hand starts to flow like a fast paced river on a windy day. My mind paints the picture and my hand describes my meaning. My adventures come from books and thus my masterpiece is formed in the crevice of my mind. The people around me intrigue me and pull me in to their mysterious worlds making me create a story from what I perceive. The world is my muse and inspiration because I can find anything to write about even if it is a speck of dirt free floating in the warm sun.