The Reality of the Muse
I'm just this guy, you know?
To expand on that, I am also the following...
- A former ficly member who is 38 years old and is schizoaffective (depressive type)
- Into creating languages and fantasy worlds from scratch
- A listener of audiobooks & good tunes
- Always too hard on myself
"Why don't you write about me?" she exclaimed as if it were that easy.
It wasn't. She was the personification of the proverbial "one that got away" and his heart still ached for her even after all the years that had passed since that night in the park on the picnic table when he didn't read the signals right and doomed himself to a future without her in it.
"I... I don't want to... or don't know if I can. One of the two."
"You need to get over this somehow. Be rid of me. Find a new muse."
"But I WANT you." he said in reply.
"The only me you can have is the one that isn't real. I'm sorry, but that's the way it is. I wish I could fix things but me wishing it is just you wishing it so I guess that's kind of a hollow wish..." she said trailing off. She had apparently expected to brandish a sentence that was more helpful that what ended up coming out of her mouth.
"Look, I'm here for a reason. You need to work through this. You need to get past this."
"I know..." he hurt at the realization.
Comments (2 so far!)
The muse that is less helpful than she intends to be. We always think of our muses as being our guiding lights. We don't often conceive of them being as lost and confused as we are ourselves.
- #2584 Posted 4 years ago
When the dream is better than the reality, so you just lie in bed and try to capture it over and over...
- #2605 Posted 4 years ago
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He lifted his head, unscrewed the top of the whiskey and took a big swig of it, holding it in his mo…Help from the Muse
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