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Last thread was removed before I could post my reply. Please keep in mind describing muses is a literary exercise and therefore completely on topic. If that isn't good enough then:

>book for this feel?

>> No.14739701

I looked and found myself somewhere else. They say earth used to be covered by water -- and so was this place. On this magnificent little globe, I found myself standing. I looked above and it was white. "A change of scenery doesn't hurt", I thought. "My dark nights now shine bright!" I looked below and saw the core. "A black dreary little core. Why do appearances always deceive?" I was let down once again, and dark feelings were beget. "But wait, there is something else!" I looked harder and I saw an inner core hiding there. "Light: The innermost essence of all things." Now I was overjoyed. "Not everything is glum!" Of this light I drank; Intoxicated I became. In my bliss, I picked up the oars. "Row, now. It's time to row! If there is an America on this globe, I will become Columbus!" And so I rowed and rowed and rowed -- and there was the land! But alas, Mother Nature herself was against it.

She pushed me back when with a gentle smile she said:
>I can feel your attention slipping anon

>> No.14739738

She stared at me with the eyes of a mad woman, the eyes that is very becoming of all women up until a certain age. We ignore these eyes and instead choose to focus on their youth, their beauty, their biological advertisements for reproduction. And the moment when they can no longer fill that imperative is the moment all men, with the exception of her son if she has one, will feel nothing but disgust and contempt for her, the same feeling that women have when they see a short man with narrow shoulders, a bad hairline, and a weak jaw.

>> No.14739823

Within the darkness I found myself. For days, all I could sense was the fall of the rain outside and the bearing of my heart. Slowly, it started to rain on my face too, tip tap tip tap, the sound of rain drops. Nevertheless, I remembered. I remembered the time when I was under the sun. Under the sun, with her...my angel, my angel with the eyes of the sea and sky...

>> No.14739951

Blue.

>> No.14740010

>>14739689
Why the fuck the thread doesn't bump?

>> No.14740114

Though eyes were the dull slate of an old English cottage they unfortunately lacked any of the charm.