I so often wonder where to find them. Yes, I'm talking about the Gods of creative inventions, artful makings, and original expression.
I know I could easily find them, if only days were a tid bit longer.
I could immediately run into them, if I ever lifted my eyes from the tumultous paper-filled hills overflowing my desk.
I am certain I would become best friends with the Gods of Imagination if I only ever spent a few minutes of my days within their circle.
Oh, how to open the window of a sparkled existence.
But reality happens.
Mornings.
Evenings.
And clocks everywhere keep ticking.