I Like to Write About How I Feel

It's weird, of how much i love writing, expressing myself out, but has been unable to do so, well, since we went our separate ways.
I thought having a muse is something people make up, pretended in..
Now that i'm uninspired, i don't know what to believe in anymore.


Random thoughts: Maybe.. And just maybe.. I was his muse too.
And.... Maybe i'm still am.
And we're just both at a loss of (muses) words.