Musings

[darkest_dancer]

I've always thought it quite dangerous to meet your muse. I mean actually meet it. Touch it, talk to it, understand what it's thinking, because in the end the muse falls. It becomes like a fallen angel and all its bumps, bruises, scars etch their way into your mind and you can't concentrate on what once was perfect love.

It's not so true to me anymore. In fact, when I really knew my muse is when it became more lovely to me. It was not only perfect love - it was true love.

He still inspires me.