Jun 17, 2005 19:55
Ok so maybe I dont always write the best poetry and I have the smallest vocabulary in the 3C's but it still feels like she's my muse. Solid inspiration. She ever so gently pulls out all of the creativity I've been keeping cooped up inside of me. I dont care what comes out, if its unique, artistic, cool or not its the fact only she can bring it out of me. In order to feel the same way when these creative 'things' (for lack of better words) spurt out of me I have to travel for 3-4 hours. The day has to be just so, I have to have just the right spot, everything has to be so perfect and then I'll feel it again. With her, I just have to look at her...if you could see it, feel it, hear it as the words are coming out of no where, maybe then and only then could you understand. (Please, don't apologize because I dont see anything to forgive...)
I'm tired and feel like dreaming, I hope I get to hang out with her tonight.
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