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I am a muse


 I AM A MUSE

It's incredibly devastating, 

Yet exceptionally beautiful,

Knowing that my words will not be completely understood by anyone, 

Knowing that everything I say will be perceived differently, 

To some their gold, to others rust 

Because we only understand each other, 

To the extent in which we understand ourselves, 


A rarity in today's day and age, 

Who is it that decides to sacrifice bliss for truth, 

People now seem to enjoy living in delusion, 

People now seem to love ignorance, and cherish it, 

But I ask everyone who let ignorance prevail, 

Who taught us it was a blessing, it is a curse subjected onto you by those with power, So you stay blinded, 

Do you truly wish to walk through the world with fog in your eyes? 


Its arguably impossible for 2 souls, two minds, two me’s to reach the same level of understanding, 

But whenever a star decided to shine during an eclipse, they do, 

And it's absolutely otherworldly,

Considering its inherent low likelihood is why I wish to speak to everyone who inhabits the pavements, 



Every creature that walks down the streets, 

The inhabitants that lingering by grocery store, 

The mortals reside on this earth

People, 

People,

Anyone really, 

I wish to unpick their mind to the extent I dig through mine, 

To find my soul, 

To find my mind, 

To find myself, 

Because somewhere, 

Someone, 

Has the exact same reflection as I do,


I wish to do every single thing with you once,

I want to discuss my most wildest of dream

I will recite to you the stories that grazed my lip but you would already embody the moral the escapade bore,


They tell me to look upon the stars as they shine,

For they truly hold all our stories,

They stay throughout our lives and gleam as we are reminded of them at night,

But I do not wish to look at the stars in the sky, i'm more fond of the ones that linger in you eyes because your story seems just as mine, 

Look into yourself deeper so separation can delude into unification


Words aren't enough because when the unsaid is finally understood you feel found, 

I don't know you yet, 

I don't understand you yet, 

Because I can only meet you as deep as you have met yourself, 


Shallow, 

What I’ve learnt is that this world is full of shallows, 

Their tides don't come in because there's nothing to cover, 

There's no hope, no interest, no intelligence amidst these people to wash away, 


Then again, 

My search still subsists,

As will my determination, 

For in every 50, there will be 3 who I find very similar to me,

Incase that someone ever foolishly forgets,

I'm never not thinking of you and our reconcile,

Let us promptly fall into intimacy through the soul,

Pray that we never recover.


                                                                                               -Nivverrtha
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