beautiful melancholy

What are instant inspirations? Do they have meaning before they are contemplated, pondered, and broken down into moments of the beautiful and the melancholy?
We often define our lives by these moments, fleeting and inspired by feelings that have no logical direction in mind. We escape into the corners of worlds that we have created for ourselves when no one has been looking. Afraid to leave, afraid someone is looking, we wonder how we got there and where we're going.

Or maybe it's just me.

When painful realizations hit you, how do you respond? Escape to that little corner in your world of fleeting, melancholy inspirations? Leave real life behind for a moment, the world and all its busy comings and goings, to enter into a private moment of silent contemplation? Do you express yourself in tears, capture them in writing, compose a song, bang your fists against the wall, or lay in stillness as you wonder what went wrong, how you let it happen, wondering if there growth in the pain and foolishness?

I'm tired of forgetting who I am. I may be confused and broken, but I'm no longer lost. The world still screams at me something different. But I don't need to change; why try? I may "escape" to my corner to think, but I take Someone with me.

How can I get on without my Savior? I have been a fool to try. I have drifted into that melancholy because I have given into the belief that this is all there is.
I could shut my eyes to all of this, or escape into the arms of His embrace.

"Wasted time.
I can not say that I was ready for this.
But, when worlds collide,
And all that I have is all that I want.
The words seem to flow
And the thoughts they keep running
And all that I have is yours.
All that I am is yours.
Oh...

Painted skies.
I've seen so many that cannot compare,
To your ocean eyes.
The pictures you took
That cover your room,
And it was just like the sun
But more like the moon.
A light that can reach it all.
So now I'm branded for taking the fall.
Oh...
So when you say forever,
Can't you see you've already captured me." -Mae, The Sun and the Moon