someone so strange

its so strange
i barely know you
yet i miss you
alone in this bed
as if you're supposed to be here

i hope you have adventures
i wish you new amazing things
arriving departures
as the air by you sings
bringing you further
there is a world of experience
so many wonders to behold
and in between
new stories to be told

i want to hear them all

inspiration as an art form

its so strange
i can not figure out my muse
its as though she isn't there
i think as my brain blows a fuse
she seems to only inspire
in the moments i'm not there
unavailable for art
neglecting to be fair

maybe my artistic conduit isn't one with something to leave
but rather a social construct forming around me

the people i meet
and places i'm in
all looking to be inspired
by whatever they can
my art my muse
inside spiraling around
to flow to whats right
i cant keep distractions
or the beauty i see
so i let it flow straight out of me
when somebody asks
where is your mind
i can only really answer
that I've left that behind

i feel you in my bones

if this goose is cooked
whats with all the feathers?
the ices and the blues
are shredding through the weather

it seems as though
in another universe
you and i led a full life together
never looking to hate
stuck in simple intrigue
something i'll remember forever

but we acquire
all things a must
our lives at random
including trust
feel our hips together
in a spiritual thrust
i may be a muse
fluid and unrealistic
but i feel you in my bones
a feeling that may stick