Muse

Muse. I scoff at the idea now. What is inspiration anyways? I can form delicate words placed so cleverly minus the inspiration to do so. I don't need a soul to know that I'm filled with soul. I have successfully retained the connection I have with the Earth so I can play off of that. I am going back to how June felt. The way the air touched my skin and the way the ground felt to the touch. I was on solid ground but old ghosts shook me out of place. I suppose it is my fault for dwelling so long. So this is where I stand now. New solid ground playing off of the stars and ocean current. A new muse.