muse.

she is fickle.

i love things that inspire.

things that make thoughts and wants and needs

flare up beneath my skin,

thrumming alongside my heart;

things that make my fingers

twitch with energy,

and my mind travel at miles a minute;

things that make me want to

create, destroy, and everything in between

forever until i can’t.

i get high off the stimulus,

my head spinning with every taste and

every new thought in my bloodstream;

it drowns out

the sound of life

and i only hear her, though she is long gone.

if only she would stay a while longer.