Missing Muse

Have you ever felt like you are missing something? A piece of a dying puzzle?

I often think I am the only human being that thinks this way...but that of course is a silly statement. I guess it's whats to be expected; the state of loneliness contributes to this factor.

I woke up this past morning in such a convoluted stature that I didn't know what to do. The world was dimming before me and the air was becoming stale and old. I seriously felt like I was reliving my past again, not able to break the chains and be free. The thought of being in the same spot more then once in different place in a different time frame killed me. I was beginning to become what I once was and that my good friend...isn't something I would ever wish on my worst enemy.

My Muse...is gone...