Lost My Muse

I used to paint every day, lost in the colors and lines. But lately, my brushes sit idle, collecting dust on my cluttered desk. I miss the way my hands would move without thought, like they had a mind of their own. Now, all I can think about is how much easier it was back then. The world seems less vibrant now, and I've started telling myself that I'm too busy or uninspired to pick up those brushes again. But deep down, I know the real reason is just fear, fear that my work won't live up to what it once was. I keep hoping inspiration will hit me like a bolt of lightning, but it never does. Maybe someday I'll find the courage to face this emptiness, and maybe one day those brushes will dance across the canvas again. For now, though? They stay on that dusty desk.