Has anyone seen my muse? I can’t find her anywhere. And I’ve looked everywhere. I checked the city of sunshine and the town of rain. I roamed the dessert of depression for days without any luck. A fellow wanderer said she might have moved happy pastures. He was wrong. I met my muse in the valley of doubt. It was a dark time for me. Everyone lost faith in me. Even I lost faith in myself. Her influence inspired my greatest work. I moved into the satisfaction apartment. I was happy. Until one day, I realized she was going. So I set out searching for her. She was nowhere to be found. Not in the corner of regret nor in pain’s attic in misery’s estate. She’s gone! I must find her. I’ll wander all of emotion’s green earth if I have to. Has anyone seen my muse?
In response to the daily prompt”muse“