There's nothing here.
Life is but a play, and all the people in it, actors.
Oh muse, do come to me~
I am a man who's art is dead without a muse to breath life into it.
I have countless ideas for countless things filling my head, bouncing around inside all the time. So much it sends me into a haze when I try to piece the thoughts together.
I need a muse. Someone to inspire just the right ideas... To be my idol while I create. I'm useless without one. I find that the best muses tend to be women. Such a romantic thought, I think~
Still, though. I lack a muse. I lack a spark. I feel stale and stiff lately. Nothing can be done about it though, I guess.