Muse

Muse

She used to be someone important to me, my inspiration in a world dulled out by grayscale, she was the color that brightened by landscape, the portrait I held in high esteem. I used to love her, at times she was all that I thought about. I used to fantasize about our life together and how we'd be so happy, the fairytale life completed by the beautiful stife. I thought we were destined to be together but I was wrong. We were simply the lyrics that never made the song. I blame myself, I get carried away and build sandcastles in the sky, with no base, no foundation. I made her up in my mind and she came alive and took up a role that soothed what was lacking in my life. She was a lie, a work of fiction and I didn't know what was real anymore. Her theatricalies and antics took over my life and dominated my outlook on life, she inspired me, gave me new eyes to which I could gaze over the world like an astronaut, she was out of this world! My muse, I loved her but she loved somebody else so we could never be. Time passes by like an illusion and she has a life, a family and responsibilities. The cloak of invisibility disappeared and what remained was the disappointing truth, she ceased being my muse. She served better to my life as a construct, an ideal, a symbol. I used to love her but now I don't.