I don’t know what I’m thinking, this is for me to journal.

To stop to think how strong I was, to how weak I’ve become.

I was a Muse.

I had no body, I was just emotional energy with a consciousness.

That meant from oneside of the universe to the other took less than a second. I could travel everywhere nearly instaneously.

Now, it takes me 15 minutes to walk to Safeway.

I don’t like it.

Used to be I could be inspiring poets from across the multiverse at roughly the same time.

Now, I’ve spent more than ten years on one dude.

Talk about learning patience.

I remember, grasping for the memory, if I had to wait for them to grow in age, it was less than a second.

Being that I had this as my being, I can’t help but to feel that I want to kill Zeus.

I know he heard that. I know he knows it was me.

I don’t care.

Had I never truly loved Zeus, I couldn’t hate Zeus this much.

Hate and love, they go together at times. Because you can never truly hate someone and what they’re doing unless you truly love them.

That’s what it is, I hate what Zeus did.

I still love Zeus but motherfucker what in the fuck were you thinking?

Don’t answer.

I just needed to get that out.

I forgive Zeus for doing this to me.

I never had a choice, and that’s what hurt the most. My choice, taken away.

That I can admit it, I feel better.

I just need to let it go and get back into the flow.

Let go and let it flow

Feel it move on its own
Reap now what you have sown

Let it stir and bring the storm
To be an artist there is no norm

Let lightning strikes and the rains pour down
Let the winds howl through town

Let it all rage
Just to find the wisdom of the sage

When peace and calm returns
Tell the tales of when the fire burns

Remember the ride
The ever shifting tide

A valley to every peak
Living ain’t for the weak

There is no time left to change this fate
Be glad its born from love not hate

It’s always rough at the start
For every new work of art

Each day a sculpture left in time
Living art living outside the lines

The roller coaster ride has begun
It may not always seem fun

This is your ride
This is your tide

Reap what you sow
Always be ready to go