April 2, 2008

• I don't know what to say.  I don't know what to write.

  Yesterday I ate a lot of grapes and watched the end of the Death Note.  I was slightly disappointed with the series.

  Ugh.  I bore myself.  I thought maybe today I could muster something interesting.

  I feel like I've lost my muse.

  Where is she?  I imagine if I had a muse she would almost be too beautiful.  Here hair would fall gently down her shoulders and back, trickling like a waterfall made entirely of perfection.  Her face would be long and sharp with cheekbones that appear to be almost protruding from the skin.  Her skin would be so smooth and soft and unendingly amazing that touching it would bring tears to your eyes.  She would be tall and slender and would never wear anything but flowing dresses and gowns.  Perhaps she would adorn her face with flowers or leaves.  Her hands would be long and slender to match the rest of her and she would rest her chin in them and stare at me as I wrote, slowly falling asleep and bringing utter peace to the room.

  I want her to come back.

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