I really, really want to write something. Like, holy crap my muse is going crazy and just wants to write. Write all night. Write something brilliant and poetic and beautiful. Maybe I'll write something to my love, or maybe I'll write a nasty letter to the people that have disappointed me or have upset me lately. Maybe I'll become Torch (I say become like I don't live to be him) or maybe 3 Dogg. Torch is easier for me, though (which makes sense). Maybe I'll have fun with crazy, off the wall Dey Dey, or warm up with Shaun Andrews.
Or maybe...just maybe, I'll let my muse slip away with a single gust of wind. Maybe I'll treat it as if it's a small, insignificant bead of sweat on my forehead, pushing to get to the surface and make a small difference. And as soon as a small breeze picks up and brushes my skin, it begins to grow weaker. Before I can do anything to wipe it away, and make something of a valid use of it...
It's gone.
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