It can be decades nay life times before one’s muse decides to bless us with her presence, in the aftermath of that moment everything changed, one is no longer striving or driven, it’s more akin to a possession, this feel like one of those rubicon moments
It can be decades nay life times before one’s muse decides to bless us with her presence, in the aftermath of that moment everything changed, one is no longer striving or driven, it’s more akin to a possession, this feel like one of those rubicon moments
most definitely its just a charging rush.
Like taking a shit or sneezing
or both
the body knows what it needs to do.
The muse is always in the room wherever it resides