Whenever I untagle my earphones, I think of you. It’s the most beautiful thing — helping something, or making something untangle. It’s a puzzle. I like puzzles. I think I told you that. I also like Tetris, I like to try to organize things, but I’m too lazy to actually organize. Not that you didn’t already know. This is crazy.
I remember how your eyes gleamed with curiosity as I offered to help you untangle those earphones. So, bright and open, white with a mysterious essence. To this day, it may be off buy they were doll eyes of another being — a godly one.
Believe it or not, I felt transformed. I really couldn’t believe in your eyes.
But, who is this muse who takes the time to help me say out loud these passionate words?
Where was she in times of argument, or any other form of verbal defense? Is she the muse of loves once had? Is she the muse of heart break and ear? What?
Each night a different muse for e memory of what was beautiful and sad. Each night, a different muse welcomed in offer of a body to be consumed in fire. Each night a muse — a muse so light.
