Ides Of March

What do you do when you have a burning desire to create? To express something that you're not even quite aware of. A force deep in your chest that's aching to get out, to be communicated. But you don't even know what to say or how to say it…the muses are frustrated with me…tonight they lean on me but don't speak to me. I don't know what you want!!I I do know that the gravity in my chest is yours but that is all I know right now. Give me something, point me in a direction or let me be... 

What a strange feeling this is. Is this how rain feels falling to earth, driven by gravity and physics towards the ground? Do the rain drops long to arrive on the surface of the ocean or a dune in a dessert. Do they feel incomplete until they finally come to rest? Do they feel the irrepressible need to fall not knowing the destination, or even if there is one. Is just falling enough? I’m being drawn towards something. To what or by what I can not say. But tonight just falling isn't enough. Hopefully these words will be just enough to placate the muses. To buy me some time while I tumble to Earth.

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Originally written March 2017, and posted June 2019