Muse

I've been distracted, excited. I even go to bed at night willing myself—daring—to dream about it.

Now, I see the scattered bits and pieces, free-floating and ephemeral, seemingly random even as they begin to gather, merge. It's taking shape; nebulous edges coalesce then cleave—sharp, defined. I can almost give it a name and try to define it.

I understand its inner conflict—oh, sadly so, I know it all too well. Still, I'm inspired to tell the story...even that ugly, unfortunate segue.

Or perhaps I am inspired because of it....

Time will tell.

~ Robin