Past few weeks I've lost all inspiration to blog. I've lost my muse! No songs, no drop of creative juice is left of that drought. An inclination to search for inspiration comes and goes, losing and gaining hope every moment.
Where have you gone?
Besides that, lots of things have happened the past few days. Stories of lies and deceit precede. Of me, and by me. Why? That is the question you should ask. You should always question with purpose and the will to understand. Not with the intention to annoy of course.
Mother thinks I'm the cause of the conflicts happening just because I've been going out too much. She tells me I'm lying to her when I am not. All these poor judgements based on pure speculation never ceases to amaze me how people think of the impossible and make them possible by causing the problem to blow out of proportion then resizing it back to the way it should be. Yet a scar remains.
If you understood that, I owe you 5 e-bucks. Thats 5 electronic bucks which clearly does not exist. (Means I dont owe you anything)
Come back to me, muse. Come invade me, serenade me. Give me back what I so NEED to create.
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