Muse,
There's no longer a need to prop myself up singlehandedly, when you have me falling into your gravity. My walls have started crumbling and I'm slowly slipping out of my defensive nature, into something I'm not farmiliar with. I almost feel comfortable without being alone, and I'm not sure whether I like it or not. I would tell you absolutely everything if you wanted me to, but I'm not sure where you draw the line when it comes to personal stories.
You're more sentimental than I thought, and to quote the muse himself, "I wish I had some certainty about him." I wish I had some certainty about you, too, because you keep surprising me. The only thing I know for certain is that you have an undeniable gravity about you, even if I'm the only one who can tell.
Newton never knew someone like you, I don't think.
Carrillo.
YOU ARE READING
muse
Non-FictionPre-love and post-trauma, a collection of letters dedicated to the one and only captain of this sheet metal ship, K.G. Non Fiction: #111 Short Story: #283 © Papyruspoet 2014.
