Robert Quick

Where the -@!# did my muse go?

Writer, dreamer, knight, shackled by entertainment . . . and people.

There's a darkness in you. It hides in our whole family. It's a sickness that must be fought and accepted in equal parts. I know it. You won't, not until you look inside yourself without flinching and recognize that your darkness shares your face. It's in your blood. Your grandmother had it. I have it. I've seen it in you since you were little. Life is dirty. Friends one day can become enemies the next. So to is it inside of you. There's a war there. You've definitely felt it even if you didn't know what it was. The kicker is that it's a war that you don't want either side to fully win. You want that tide to go back and forth and you want to constantly question yourself. There lies the key to sanity. That's where you're in control. Your desires won't break you unless you let them but they also won't go away just by ignoring them. Like water in a cracked bowl, your feelings will find a hole and leak out for the world to see, and to judge, and to throw you away forever--even while their darkness waits, hungry.


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