Anyways... Today. Today I've spent with my mind racing, words flowing from the ink in the pen onto the page, before I can even think about what I'm writing. I just keep thinking about my muse. The muse that has somehow managed to consume me, from the inside out. My muse that continuously reassures me that there's always hope to be had. My muse that makes me see this good inside of me, that I never knew was even there. Personally, I feel as though every type of artist needs a muse like that. Whether a; writer, film artist, or photographer, there is to be a muse to guide their work.
Before I found my muse, it was as though I'd been asleep, seeming to never wake up, then suddenly, one day I did wake. I think, if not for my muse, I'd still be asleep.
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