Thursday, August 20, 2009

Frustrated

I know my muse, though she is fickle and tormenting at times.

She aids me. She points the way, sometimes on purpose, sometimes by causing me to react.

She is the best thing I could hope for when it comes to inspiration.

So why isn't she real? Why can't I find a woman like her? Does she even exist? I don't know.

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