My Muse has left me and i feel the creavtivity inside of me wither away. for so long i have hoped that cupid's arrow would meet his heart with mine and now i fear that i am forgetting the stories i have not written down. he was my muse and thinking about his beauty inspired me.

i started the other journal in hopes that he might hear me calling him and come to find me. it seems that he did hear me and was listening to my woes of being without him, but they fell short.

he is closer but yet so far away and i fear that he does not want me.with him, i felt my soul speak and now the voice inside me has been snuffed by the denial of his affection.

i tried to be what he wanted and i tried to give him what he wanted but it did not suffice, for i am still without him. and he turned his back to walk away from me, the voice inside me faded and now standing before you is a lifeless shell. what will come of me, i do not know because my heart is cold and worn from waiting.

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