muse.

do you know how much i miss writing? like proper, long essays about nothingness or maybe short stories or just a simple poem. do you know how much i crave for that kind of creativity to arise from within my soul and on to a piece of paper or for my fingers to run faster than the lightning on the keyboard to type.

shit, i need a muse.

it does not have to be a guy, it can be a girl, or a spider or anything that can interest me enough for me to write about him/her/it. but here's the catch, nothing interests me.

shit, i need a muse.

shit, i need to write.

shit, i need to learn how to breathe without any of these life supports.

shit, i need to live.

shit, i just HAVE to write.

so, Ya Allah, please present me with a muse because i don't know how long i can last without writing. i will be dead inside in a matter of months if this keeps going on.

please. Ya Allah please.

j