My Muse’s Peace

Hello, here it’s night again. Yesterday I saw a wonderful dawn. Before that, I saw the stars. Right now, I see the Music.

My Muse is inconsistent because she possesses every Art and every Artist. So, right now, I’m teaching myself again that Art is stealing.

My Muse forgave me for being lazy. She understands now, she loves me. And I always knew.

About me and my Muse, we live breathing on a pendulum of ethereal movement. What is a pendulum, after all?

It tells the Truth. My Truth, right now, is Time is precious. It’s relative, but consistent. It goes, and you can’t stop it. But it’s a Limit too. Running to catch the infinite, finding entropy all the Time. Is Circular, but fallacious.

I guess it’s still Saudade who’s keeping me awake. I miss Dawn.

So, here I am, editing the second draft of my novel, enjoying my Silence, and waiting peacefully for the Blue Hour.

I’m listening to some Music, I feel like I worked enough, but that’s not true.

I just want to pause for a bit, go out, and see the Stars again.