Every mind in this world has their muse, the one that triggers the best part of their ideas and imaginations.
The Inspiration.
It could be something simple, like their favorite song, or the pitter-patter of the cloudburst. It could be the sun, or the ocean. The smell of midsummer's rain, the feel of the sands between our toes, maybe the taste of home from the home-cooked meal. It could be that special girl you grew up with, or the old couple living next door.
It could be anything, everything, and nothing at the same time.
Someone's thoughts always revolve around certain special something.
And sometimes that certain special something changes with time.
But sometimes, sometimes a mind can't move on from something so badly, even though it hurts—even though the ideas turns into something sad and heart-wrenching. Sometimes we can't help feeling sad because we don't want to let something go. Sometimes it hurts, remembering how happy we were then, but we are not ready to bury them and move on.
Because the happy memories anchor us down and we're afraid to search for the new one that might not come. The smile and the dimple that's sketched down on the paper, the lips shaped like you always remember, but it's not yours anymore. The words they said to you, the one memorable line you want to relive but never came out the same.
Sometimes it is painful, but the happy memories make it okay.
Sometimes the pain center us.
But sometimes, we have to let go.
