muse
MUSE
When an artist loses his muse he essentially goes blind
To find another may take a couple life times
Holding on to that which isn’t enables me to write this way
Realizing that which is kills me everyday
Swirling around in my head, pain, joy, love and rejection
Memories spawn creativity and creativity protection
I’m an artist to the depths of my soul
If I’m not drawing then I’m writing, together they make me whole
My glass is always half full and always has been
A toast to that which should have been
I take a sip every now and then






