All of a sudden...

Music takes a long time to appease me. The cool crisp evening breeze fails to soothe me. I realise that I am turning blind... to the awesome sunrises, sunsets and the still full moon. My mind and feet does not take the path leading to divinity. I find dreariness has turned dearer, so much that it has become the sole source of inspiration for creativity. Sometimes I lose grip of the things in my hand both literally and figuratively... and... Being kind to human beings seems so difficult!