Ethereal

Part 1

I stopped writing because I lost my muse.
My pen and paper locked away.
Melancholy and dread poisoned my life.
Writing was who I am.
Yet I lacked motivation and lost my inspiration.
Then one day words started to float in my head.
The words I had been searching for so long.
I had an epiphany.
I realized I found what I was searching for.
My sadness, my joy, my feelings and words are my muse.
I need not to seek for anyone else.
I am my own muse.
My own inspiration.