I used to never understand the concept of a muse. Having spent hours and hours looking into every possible meaning of the word, A muse. Such a funny concept is it not? That some shmuck could just spend hours to days at a time creating. Because Someone was intruding on your thoughts.
Unable to be purged or rather, not wanting to purge them. It always seemed so silly to me back then. Looks like even I fall victim to not following my own advice, “always look into different perspectives.” I didn't even realize there was a perspective I was missing. Not until I saw you that is. Because I understand now, more than ever, what drives people with a muse. To have the bubbly thought of someone so special bouncing around your head like some DVD screen saver. Someone you'd recite Shakespeare to in attempts to make them smile.
Someone who makes the room go from cold bleak miss matched colors that can overwhelm the mind, full of people but no one to talk to, to consistent bright and warm shades of lavender just by walking in and smiling at me. A gal with no strings attached. Even though you've got me strung up tighter than your crossbow.
With this ever-growing understanding of this perspective, I've learned that you just make things make sense.
