I'm lacking inspiration. In everything really; I feel almost numb and not grounded at all.

I look around and I see all these people with their roots firmly planted in the ground, all their connections with other people, all their hopes and dreams, firmly planted. I look at myself and see something changeable, like a seed ready to be taken by the wind and moved to some other place, some other state of self.

I am ready for growth. I can almost sense the impending pounding of inspiration on my doorway when the wind slows and I can rest for just a few moments.

I think in paint. I want to create something beautiful, and tangible. A mark of my thoughts in paint, something poetic and simple, a look through my eyes.

The buzzing all around me fades as the wind carries me further away.