This piece was written a few years back, well, almost half a decade ago actually. I wonder what happened to that particular Muse. I suppose, nothing in life is static and we are constantly changing.

Maybe all we need to do is embrace each moment, but let it flow.

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Peace, revisited. 

The night has turned into a stage. Complete with a backdrop of bright, shining stars and the silhouette of palm trees swaying gently. Nevertheless, the orchestra of rustling leaves, singing crickets and the occassional baritone croak of the frogs are amiss. All I can hear is the constant hum of silence.

In this empty space, Intuition is sitting with Thoughts and Emotions. Each with its own little monologues, neither talking nor listening to one another. Each acknowledging the other's presence, yet each, is lost in its own soliloquy. It seems chaotic on the surface, but Peace is twirling around blissfully; dancing to her own beat without a care in the world. Words swirls around trying to mimic Peace's movements, filling the thin air with a certain warmth. But Words is a little bit lost.

This is a rare moment where everything and nothing make sense. A time to sit back and be enveloped by the beauty of The Present. A dream-like moment where the concious and sub-concious merge, creating strange, mysterious, beautiful patterns. Surreal yet true. Abstract, yet defined.