Muse.

I used to run to this place.

A sanctuary from the life I couldn’t handle.

I used to spill beautiful words onto these pages…

thoughts trapped and hidden, finally released.

It was a need, an impulse… and I acted on it.

Always.

Now, the muse of darkness is gone.

Those gorgeous painful words left too.

And I’m happier. 

But I’m wondering when I’ll find it again.

 

I used to live life like a corpse

Afraid of showing any emotion because I knew how bad it could end up.

How bad I could hurt.

That was when I started to see this place as home.

Where emotions and words could be set free in a place where no one could discount them..

or more importantly, 

get close enough to hurt me.

 

And here I am now,

void of words.

Open again to emotion, with no one to make them stir.

No one worth a word.

Apathy is greater than agony, I have no doubt…

 

But when will the muse return?