My muse. What's her deal anyway ? She disappeared and took my spark with her. Was it something I said ?
I whisper into my pillow "I'm sorry Muse, please come home." In the quiet early morning hours I sometimes feel she is there with me; I turn to look and see only Boo. He meows and I wonder if it is Muse sending messages through him. I smile, knowing this is not the case.
Lately, the signs have been exhibiting : the ant visit while at my mom's, the small-world rediscovery of long ago acquaintances, the dreams (those damn wicked dreams). I feel she has forgiven me and is ready to come home.
I visit her memorial, it makes me laugh. I hope my current path reconnects me to her someday. I had hoped to summon her via our old blog, but alas it is not to be; it is now another textual balloon drifting around the interwebosphere, an orphan that cannot be drawn near and loved properly. Now it serves only to memorialize our past and motivate my future.
The only tether I can now provide to our time-balloon is in the form of a damn link to it.
