THE MUSE

It's a beautiful feeling to have something spark a fire in you, 
Its sight piques your interest and builds up an emotion in you. 
It brings a combination of love, confidence and elation. 
Every artist has a deep connection to something, someone or a feeling as their source of inspiration. 
Sometimes, "Till death do us part" is their mode of separation. 

I have always wondered what my muse is.

What brings my art to heart, 

What creates that fire in me to bring my thoughts to life

What moves my hands to pick up my pen and write what I feel as it is.

I've been in love, I've experienced lust. Alcohol? Or trees I've never felled? (Pun intended)

Could it be music or food? Quite close but I honestly can't tell 


One fateful day, I wrote, and my heart felt loose, open and warm.

Could this be it? My muse is my heart?

I try again but this time my heart was cold and this communicated something to my inner self.

I decided to write about an old feeling, an acquaintance I'm now besties with. 

Even though we fall apart sometimes, we complement each other.

Who is she? 

She was there that day,  a bit more than a decade ago

I could feel her presence strongly,

Her voice whispered "we've got forever to go"

Fast forward to now, her presence feels the same. Subtle yet strongly.

Her aura ever-growing as we both age, she's my greatest source of inspiration

She's got a strong musk, one mixed with mist and a sweet ale of intoxication.

The beach is her therapy and here I am speaking highly of her with her therapist 

She is my muse and I'm pleased to introduce her to you. 

Everyone, this is my inspiration, my story, my truth 

Meet my muse, Her name is PAIN.




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