Of Lost Words and Dark Shadows
I saw the muse, my muse, today. She was not even looking, let alone smile at me. Like dream, she slipped away into the carcass of my imagination.
It saddened me. I do not mind.
I saw her, faint and fading like shadows into the night. Pale and useless, I just stared into oblivion, a chore I’m exploited to perform over and over again.
Why have you forsaken me? I asked, almost like some son of a god. Yet, I’m not his son. Not even a distant relative. I do not know him. He does not know me. I’m stranger to my maker, if I’m deemed to believe. I do not believe.
Yet, there was my muse, slithering into my dreams, languishing into my sensibility, feasting upon my misery. I feel lost. I must be lost.
Wordless, I continue staring into vastness, vastness of possibility, of promises, of dreams, of hope…of doom.
I stared after her, the muse, my muse, disappearing into vastness, empty and ruined.
I wait. I’ll wait. What more could I do?
