A creative rush for my lost mojo

I am once again having another writer’s block. I really need to get my ‘mojo’ back stat.

Hoping to find my forgotten mojo, I have created this sort-of canvas of self expression. This is an effort of visualizing the phenomena of love and the intense longing of another soul. Butterflies have always been divinely delicate creatures to me. They are imprints of burning romance and romance lost.

As much as I would like to interpret my my so-called artwork, it’s no more or less than a sudden urge and my undeclared love for the shade of pink. It’s my artistic heave looking for my muse.