Chaos creates muse. Chaos is a state of mind. Bounded by layers of confusion and a sense of being Lost. And our mind wanders, as far as it can get when it takes over our thoughts, as deep as it can get. Although, It can only focus on one thing at a time so no matter what we're thinking, there'll always be that one thought that is home. Almost like the favourite chapter of a book. That one place your mind keeps getting back at. As sails set for chaos, muse quietly creeps through the waters.

                 We're all home to some chaos. Knowingly, unknowingly. Some prominent, some hidden, some veiled, some named, some unnamed, some  found and some old lost  for better or for worse.

                Muse serves a fulfilling purpose in itself. Our muses find us, we don't. A muse keeps us sane and going. And it is only through chaos, that you feel the urge to maintain an outlet to let it all go. To move, to feel, to grow, to be able to have it all controlled. To have it your way around. That‘s what a muse allows for chaos. To be.

                 To have a muse, is to be drawn to art. Whatever form you choose. As much as I agree to this statement, I believe it is a universal  medium of translating the weight of which words fail to carry. And it doesn't mind dressing up in our thoughts. Be it vivid or dull. Your taste in art will always be both an acceptance and reflection of who you are. 

                What is it that really defines us? Our chaos or how gracefully we carry it within ourselves ? Who really are we ? Is it what we visibly offer the world on the surface or the things that we bury deep within the chambers of our souls ? The way we scatter somedays or how we pull ourselves together ?

         As humans, we never really a can be confined with the box of a definition. Change, is what defines us. Just like the waves define it’s sea. Constantly on the move, changing with every motion it makes. It’s both a blessing and a curse. Almost as if every passing day you loose something that attributes to you but regain an alternative addation to yourself. To able to withhold both chaos and calm within is what makes us, us. And who’ll even look for a muse if there’s no chaos ? It’s almost as if one is incomplete without the other. Maybe that’s who we really are. Afterall, aren’t we just a compilation of paradoxes and metaphors ? 
                 So,tell me, who really are you?