I Feel Like Writing

Something within stirs up, out of the blue,
trying to express but as usual, words don't match the feelings..
Like a soft breeze that springs out of nowhere,
like a beautiful composition that just comes out of the musical instrument,
like mixing all ingredients turns out to be something flavorsome just like that,
like a bud sprouting out from the soil from the seed out of nowhere,
like Nature expressing herself in all the beauty around, Nature is beauty herself..
How does all that happen?
I have no idea..
It just does..
The more I spend time in solitude,
the more I feel it..

I was sitting here to write and express it,
but somehow
everything around is expressing the same..
the night, the flowing curtains, the breeze,
even the bl<x>inking cursor seems to keep bl<x>inking out of nowhere..

That's life...expressing itself..
all around us..