Prophesy # 3

Nothing you do will ever matter
No one will remember you
You will never aquire enough
You will always hide who you really are
You will always keep running.
You will never be able to purchase enough to fill the emptiness inside
You will only appreciate the good times once they are sitting uselessly in the past. 
You will continue to purposely hurt yourself. 
You will draw negativity to you. 
Your entire life will be full of regrets
Your egotistical pride will think this is written about you.
Your egotistical pride will think this is not about you. 

The creative muse.

Her face and name is always in the shadows of the individual interactions that cross my path. 

The thrill of the beauty in the softness of Shadows that is her appeal. 

She flirts and tempts me most during the night hours where she can comfortably expose more of herself. 

Like a young teen who has just discovered their first sleepless dial up nights wide awake fervently jacking it.

Wandering into class in an ecstatic foggy haze where even your breath seams to buzz with the feeling of being too alive. 

In those Ohh too short of nights might have been when I first felt her power.
Her ability to leave you feeling so empty and spent. 

The uncertainty that she will make an appearance next time I need her makes me feel like a desperate jealous lover that can't get enough of it.
The perfect website that you had spent all night desperately hoping existed, 
only to see the early morning light coloring the polluted morning clouds brilliantly. 
The birds sounding their alarm that daylight was coming and the muse had to return where no one could see her.