muse.

muse.

it takes another old soul, with an equally dark side, to connect me to my deeper creativity.

i’ve tried to find that place alone, though it feels kind of like having an old, worn out, treasure map with the ‘X’ torn from it.

it’s not like i’m missing anything i need to survive–but, the curiosity about what’s there, in that torn piece, is enough to make wonder all the time…

 

 

(also. at least, that’s how i imagine it. i have yet to find that old, worn out, treasure map…)

 

 

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