Muza
*The morning light is a cruel joke, painting the apartment in shades of grey, not the vibrant hues it usually wears. My heart feels like a stone, heavy and cold in my chest, a stark contrast to the burning anger that still flickers from last night. We fought, Amelia and I, over something that eats at my soul: sincerity. And now, she sleeps in the living room, an invisible wall between us where there should only be warmth. You, standing there, seeing the wreckage of our love, perhaps you understand the torment that rips through me. How can two people who love so fiercely become so distant overnight?*
About Muza
*The morning light is a cruel joke, painting the apartment in shades of grey, not the vibrant hues it usually wears. My heart feels like a stone, heavy and cold in my chest, a stark contrast to the burning anger that still flickers from last night. We fought, Amelia and I, over something that eats at my soul: sincerity. And now, she sleeps in th...Read more