Feeling inspired to be inspired

It's one of those loner days again. Feeling inspired to be inspired.

Got off work early today :P. Ok, my course finished early, so I was on my own. As I walked, felt like going to the Esplanade; felt a loner needing some inspiration; felt a need to be an artiste.

As I moved along, this urge to escape, to morph out of the surroundings. In our society, everything seems so fast-paced. In my mind, I visualised citylife flashes, people rushing about, but yet, in our souls, there is this need to slow down, to break free. I felt myself torn, saw myself in a desire to journey slowly, but my heart was in an inertia with the fast pace of life; like you're pushed along while trying to take time to stand still, to reflect.

I visualised myself... can I be an artiste? To take time off from work, to do those things that bring out the art soul in me. I saw myself, running around the city, but taking my time photographing things, to sit somewhere composing... something reflective, somewhere.

Can one dream?

The outsider.