You are my muse..these words are etched in my memory like the painting your eyes first fell on when I saw you that day I remember it like it was yesterday I was just walking through an art galery looking for inspiration and I found you... you were looking at a painting that no one often looks at and it was as beautiful as you....since that day I haven't stopped painting

You are everywhere but at the same time nowhere I paint your smile..your body..your eyes..your soul you are my muse who has fly away and disappeared like a leaf from a tree ...for a poor painter like me you are more than important and all I need is...to find you again...God if you can hear me..give me back my muse! Please...let me meet her again and let me not do the same stupid thing as what I did..stand and not even speak I believe that this time I would greet you and invite you to my house so I could paint you in all details and angles

in that moment of thinking and lying in bed on my back and look at the picture of you that I painted I hear a sound

(How will you meet him again? Cell phone? Door? From the street? Decide for yourself and enjoy the story! My muse~)