Inspiration takes a holiday

Reading is not writing. And inspiration takes its own time.
It is elusive – resists the gaze. It shies from the obvious, refuses
to be forced. Money cannot buy it. Comfort makes it weak.

Inspiration has left the building. It is taking a holiday. Seeks moonlight.
Searches for rainbows. It rests under pastel skies. Inspiration will return
when it is ready. But for now, it has a book to read.