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Bright ray of mirth shining through tattered, dusty slats of broken dreams
You know my soul, if you ever really took in the feast I placed before you
Spread upon the detritus of who I once was, all of me, I offered

Though you never liked poetry, you filled my heart with lyrical psalms...
Became the inspiration the artist can only dare to dream will come to be...
Etched upon the crumbs of desire and hope I kept hidden away, my last line:

The will to love one's muse never fades away, only silences itself for a time.

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[Solst Rapture]

Constance,
what is it that has brought me to you today? I have been procrastinating; there's plenty to do but because I was supposed to be going out to meet a friend, I haven't started anything - tell a lie, I have made some Tomato soup.

You seem a little down...judging from your status.

Bright ray of mirth shining through tattered, dusty slats of broken dreams
- Better than nothing right? And where does it come from? what's the other side of those slats?

You know my soul, if you ever really took in the feast I placed before you
- Your soul is like mine, like many millions of people - it's tender and it is loving. To whom are you speaking dear Constance?

Spread upon the detritus of who I once was, all of me, I offered
- You are what you are Constance, you are closer to yourself than you understand. You offered and to whom you gave chose to not to take. This ought not to value you. It must not.

Though you never liked poetry, you filled my heart with lyrical psalms...
- And you were filled up with love from this 'other' by way of attractive words. You have been touched, you gained, so where is that memory amongst these pains?

Became the inspiration the artist can only dare to dream will come to be...
- We dare and we are, both at the same time, we just sometimes don't see. There is a way, there is a plan, and we just have to discover it. Why do I speak thus: because I feel the power of completion, I know it is there! It can be met, be felt but things have to go a certain way for it to happen. We have to understand that way and not mistake the way things are going as the way. What is your greatest desire? Be honest!

Etched upon the crumbs of desire and hope I kept hidden away, my last line:
- You kept the line hidden? From who is it kept? You have no desire? Are you sure your sadness does not desire happiness, or something else...try hard to see Constance. I am starting to see and I want you to be well and to write, to write with me. We are eager beings, I know that now but we have time to understand and to master ourselves. How do I know? I just do. We have time; we just have to use it well. We are here to live not just exist. To live is to learn and to experience.

The will to love one's muse never fades away, only silences itself for a time.
- Indeed. You are a trickster. I hope thou are smiling at my silliness? You and I both love that muse and it will always be so - so when do you expect your will to return dear one?

[MichelleSun]

I am itching to quit my day job and start writing full time. I will wait and let reason rule for now. I love your work. i miss you. I used to write so much but I am hardly on here now. I dont care if iI have to stay up all night on a work night Damnit I'm gonna write...

Just a thought

Happy New year!