There are so many things I need to write about today and I can't. My muse has packed her suitcase, left an ultimatum in the form of a tear-stained note on my pillow, and is currently hailing a cab. I don't have the energy to run after her, especially when it's raining. So this is me lethargically drooling across a keyboard, hoping that someday all will be resolved, though far be it for me to put any effort into it. She may never return. And that means neither will I. The trick is it's supposed to be this way for me - what's best for him is the "right" way for me, for us and this new life- for today, at least.I'm such a bitch to let her go.
But then she could have had the decency to tell me she was leaving..
1 comment:
I seriously doubt that she has actually left. More likely, she is hiding in the back of a closet working out the way she will inspire you next. Your relationship must grow and change with circumstance. Just because she isn't showing up in the ways that you recognize doesn't mean she is not there.
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