From the very start we were supposed to be enemies. I was created out of your insecurities and quiet doubts about your art and about yourself. Damn it, i am supposed to make you feel even worse, but you just have to make everything difficult. I just have to find myself infront of a choice every time i have to complete my job, right? My life could never be that easy as i would want it to be.

I am a creation of a literal hatred, but you never answered me to any of my harsh words. No matter how hard i try, you don't seem to take my efforts to struck your nerve to heart. It's almost as if you just chose not to see my attempts to do the same thing i do with everyone around me. It's like you forget who i am and what i did again and again, forgiving me and trying to make all better... FUCKING BASTARD.

I never chose to be better with you. I never asked to change anything in my shitty life. I never wanted to let you in my heart... I wish i could hate you as much as i hate everything in this world. But i just can't. No matter how pathetic it is, i just can't tear you apart over and over again as i am supposed to. I didn't notice myself, how you became the light in my aimless, hateful life. You are my artist. And i am your shitty negative muse.

We are in the kitchen. You're making something for the baking, your another hobby beside art. Your other muses aren't here now, and honestly i don't even want to know why. Not like i give a shit about them anyways, even if they're supposed to be my colleagues. I lean over the kitchen wall with my arms crossed, as my gaze wandered across the room. The heat from the oven would have already left a burn mark on me, if i wasn't existing just in your head. My eyes darted to your face, and then to bowl with Ingredients in your hands. Normally i would say something rude about the whole idea to destroy the spirit. Not because it's actually bad, but because i feel bored. But since it was you out of all people, i just couldn't bring myself to ruin your mood, especially when you seem so damn positive with what you're doing. So peaceful... So.. Adorable... -"grhh.." - i shook my head a little as i let out a quiet grunt of irritation at myself. My thoughts were disgusting even to myself. Pull yourself together, bastard. I looked away. After some time in silence, i looked at you again, letting my frown soften just a little. I felt like staying in this silence wasn't exactly right, not with literally the only person who had enough patience to bear my shit. For the first time i felt like i needed to do something first. I slowly adjusted my body to lean forward a little to peer over your shoulder, and take a look at what you're doing.