She

She does not have a word for most of what frightens her. 
She is afraid of the late night city revving it's fuel injected muscles
She is afraid of the load echoing surprises of the great outside unknown
she is afraid of being left on the outside. 
She is afraid to be alone
She can not see so well. 
At night she wants to curl up next to the ones she loves
she is afraid of the ghosts  that haunt her past buildings and of the meetings yet to happen. 
She is afraid of the birds that hop slowly between the tires of the cars of the people grocery shopping
It makes her uncomfortable and is she is afraid to let people get to close

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.

Relationships

I'm curious about what draws people to each other.  I would like to think that written in the empty space in our universe and the emptiness between the atoms in our cells,  is what binds us together.  If we all leave this world alone and return to the space that we originally started from,  then what is that space that we occupy with other people? Is it anything other than a random chance collision between two miniscule objects in a fraction of time.  The continual progression and improvement between anything is spectacularly amazing.  The fact that these relationships continue and progress instead of dissolving into nothing is beyond what I could believe from natural observations.  It makes much more confident that there is something greater than what we can conceive that is driving us forward to something greater than the tiny atoms that make up our existence.