A fire without a flame is like an artist without a muse

Having a muse is not like having a wife, husband, boyfriend, or girlfriend; it’s completely different, it’s something much more chaotic and unconventional, it’s something that the ancient Greeks would refer to as the goddesses whom would inspire the creation of literature and the arts, a metaphorical rose stem that leads to producing the beauty through softly passionate knowledge that graces the mind of the artist; a muses affluence and companionship with the artist is the key to unlock the good life for the artist, the energy of the muse is a crystal clear compass that only views accuracy in pointing to the direction of ecstasy. She is just a gorgeous goddess that simply inspires…

Not knowing and understanding the reasons behind vanishing acts, of a muse, can be as if you are falling from a plane without a parachute opening, not even opening, just jumping without one wrapped around your back, holding your tightly lit beliefs, it can be scarier than the feeling of sinking slowly underwater, wanting but not knowingly how to swim up to grasp for your breath, for the air that inspires you to live, love, and create.

You can sit and ponder, with circles running constant laps within your mind, but truly focusing on your heart, only to contemplate untrue ideas that cause you to be emotionally unsound in such a loud violent way, that you just don’t want to believe, you force yourself with conscious attempts to close such passage ways that seem to be all so moist with desired inspiration but for some fucking reason, you just can’t seem to shut those doors, you wish your muse was like a simplistic fictional organized religion but it’s not that simple, as a muse is so much more powerful than god, so much harder just to tell yourself I don’t believe…a muse is the beat to your heart

But know one every talks about what if the muse doesn’t want to be the muse anymore, what if the flame doesn’t want to be apart of the fire anymore, and the flame just vanishes from the fire…does the fire have die, what does the artist do now, without the consistent blessing of the goddess? I think I may have missed this part in Greek studies…. what do you think, or maybe last night was just a bad idea…


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