The Unintended Lover

Woo me
Although you do not intend to
Seek me
Although you are not looking
Mind and body are separate, not one in the same
And gladly will I share my mind with you
Touching in mental processes
Desiring to understand more
So woo me, seek me
After all, how could I resist

Love Is A Questing, Digesting Thing

Love is a questing, digesting thing.  It feeds and seeks, and desires nothing but other love, feeding on it insatiably, while making you crave more and more in an endless and almost unstoppable cycle.  Two lovers whose love for eachother is equal are filled with passion, a wonderful burning seeking desire to always feed on the other's love for all eternity, forever seeking to find more.

But when love is one-sided, it becomes a beast.  It will turn on you and consume you instead.  Having not found love to feed upon in your Other, it will turn and devour all your self-love in its driving need to find ardour and passion that has been lost. And in this way, you can be lost.  Consumed.  Another victim to the heart and desire to be loved.

Writer's Block

Here I stare at an empty page.  I know it shall soon fill up with something, but I could never tell you what.  The pencil is restless in my hand, it wants to write, yet...nothing seems to come out.  It is as if the spirit that should flow so freely has run dry, like ink in a too-old pen, causing scratchings on the paper that simply frustrate.  I want to be inspired.  I want to feel a release, to feel my hand moving almost as if of its own accord.  Oh to feel that freedom!  To know the strangeness of reading over what I have written, and not being familiar with it at all.  And yet, here I sit.  Pencil in hand.  Waiting, waiting for the Muse to inspire and overtake me.

....

Stupid Muse.