LETTER TO MY MUSE

Dear Muse,
What is it I do not understand about you lately, you came as though we were having a true relationship, savored my passion and consummated the love of true to me, what is wrong with you? Have I done anything wrong? Did I mention our secret of love-making to the world? Please talk to me because you seem to have perturbed still waters.
Do you remember on the 5th day of the previous month when you came into my room with pictures of you and me, and told me to choose which was going to be a better photo for enlargement, and I told you how I loved the one with the black T-shirt you customized for me because it represented a lot of events in my life, how I loved been the idea of change like metamorphosis, how we went into the runway and scattered its arrangements, how you sat me down and taught me the 7 deadly sins, the 7 forms of wisdom, how unrelated the body was with the wind, how crucibles of fiction could scatter as tiny pieces of stories. I could go on and on and on but no, let me not. I want to tell you how much I admired the last conversation, how I told you the emptiness the vessel could be for me to drink from and how unwise I felt it was for my feelings to chair the words and not the pen, hmmmm truth be told the idea of the parchments is what I want to work on, but I need you here with me. I feel lost in the democratic rule you want me to take over, we have to do this together, I have really tried to express my words into emotions and I injured my hands, I tried to express my emotions into words but they could not sophisticate, Can you imagine Alpha-bet to call me Amateur because they're all A's? Its actually not fair because Beta knows I'm better.
It is on this note, I hope you will find a place in your heart and come home. I really do miss you, Ruddapoet misses you much

Love Rudolph
Ciao