Follow
It's wild having a muse who speaks to me in every moment of every day, but I can never understand what she's saying. It's that inspiring voice, that part of me that puts wind in my sails.
But it's a directionless wind. Always I find myself feeling uncertain of what my motive is. I have only the vaguest idea. It's a frustrating way to live. I wonder what I could be making if I weren't so listless all the time.
