Muse

We find inspiration in people. But not all of them stay in our lives for good. And when they go, we feel like an abandoned house full of furniture and all those pretty little things that make it home. Eventually, they rot. We will build a new house. We will decorate it with precious moments shared with other people. And yet, there’s no guarantee they will stay. The one and only constant is our I. We should be our own muses, shouldn’t we?