| The visions are near. Little flutters coming out of the corner of my eye, but more daring and often. I�m losing them, all of them. Who? No one. They left. I�m alone. Always alone. I want to cry. No tears come. Where are they? My tears left me, too. So have the voices. No whispers. Only my muse stays. She loves me. Always will. She lovingly puts ideas for me to write in my mind. I love her. She�s my friend. I try to talk to the water, but it won�t listen to me. Puddles are too stupid to understand my anguish and oceans are too smart. The harbor doesn�t care about me. He�s arrogant. Thinks he�s too good for me. And my tears abandoned me. Lonely. Tired. Why? I don�t know. I wish everyone would stop asking me. Everyone who? No one�s here. Except my muse. But she�s busy. She�s giving me ideas. Lots of words. Words hurt. I like words, but some don�t like me. They left, too. That�s okay. I didn�t like them anyway. They were mean. They took my tears. Only my muse and my visions. The flutters like me. I wish they�d leave and bring back my tears. Maybe then the harbor would listen to me. Not now. No one listens. My muse listens, but she�s busy. She thinks up nice words for me. Nice ones. Not mean ones. I don�t like them. They don�t like me. Oh well. I wish my tears would come back. The whispers, too. Even if they did bring the mean words sometimes. That�s okay. But I want the flutters to leave. They like me, but I don�t like them. Only my muse is here. Loving muse. She helps me, you know. Gives me ideas. She�s the only one left�and the flutters�alone� |
| Insanity Kicking In |