dear muse,

10Apr08

why does imagination have to be so fleeting? it’s almost as if imagination and passion tease the soul into a tizzy.  feeling the pressure of society looming overhead is annoying.  the hustle kills.  the only solace is found in a maze of words. getting lost in literature brings a calm that no one, no thing, no being can replicate.  movies, tv, music all tell me the same thing. find love, lose love, hate love, runaway love, love, love, and more love. 

love doesn’t pay the bills. love can’t pay the rent. love, as the wise patty smith sang to don henly, just ain’t enough.

but my soul wishes it could.

sincerely,

best regards,

love,

take care,

cordially,

only the lonely

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