muse

my muse is back.

i feel creative today. slash artistic. so why am i not starting on my art?
becase bust portraits bore me. because drawing pictures of my own crooked face seems like too much of a challenge for me to handle at this point in time. because if i start now, within half an hour my rage will get the better of me and force me to abandon the project.

but if i don't, his rage will. and i assure you, his rage is far more frightening than my own. and this is one wrath i do not wish to incur.

but i was saying that i feel creative. i feel like getting out of the house with a dv camera and shooting a movie. i feel like taking out a pen and a piece of paper and writing songs and poems until the world around me becomes a blur.

songs about the world. songs about politics. songs about peace. songs about violence. songs about heat. songs about women. songs about men. songs about children. songs about rain.

its raining now.
and inside, i'm burning.
but my muse won't let me go.