Tonight was a special evening. It would seem - nothing supernatural: just warm tea, a blanket, my favorite music and myself. But it is at such moments that real inspiration comes ๐I looked out the window at the lights of the city for a long time, as if every flickering light was someone's dream. And suddenly I realized: inspiration doesn't always come in noise and movement. Sometimes it is in silence, in pauses, when you hear yourself truly ๐ฅI reopened the notebook that had been in my drawer for a long time. I wrote a couple lines, then another. The thoughts formed themselves into words, and the words formed themselves into little pieces of my soul ๐ฅฐSometimes we just need to stop, exhale, turn off the phone and let ourselves be. Without the rush. No masks. Just being ourselves ๐It's nights like this that I remember why I love to create ๐ซ