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Under the onslaught of this thing we call reality I find myself drowning in melancholy. I miss the muses when I can’t devote time to them. I wonder if they miss me. The back burners of my mind are stagnant with old ideas I may never pull forward to toil over again. I can’t help but to feel the essence of my soul evaporating away as ideas languish in limbo. I feel I am becoming less and less of who I am as shards of inspiration tumble away into nothingness and are forgotten forever.

How many ideas have died away into oblivion? Though they are long gone the void they’ve left is a cumbersome load that I carry with a constant mentally straining effort. Will I ever remember what it was I was working on? Can I trust those phoenixes to rise from the ash? I can only keep a semblance of faith in regards to those lost ideas. Deep down inside I know something must eventually rise out of the darkness and into the light. What those might eventually become is an infinite array of possibilities. I can only pray that when they do return to my synapses my body is still well enough to do them justice.