You Are My Muse
by Gaby Dunn via Thought Catalog
“…Or maybe the same way a creative searches for their muse, so must a muse go through life slightly dormant until they meet someone with an emptiness big enough for them to nestle inside. Maybe the muse needs to find their creator, as much as the creator is desperate for their muse.
You didn’t choose to be my muse. (See, already you’re inspiring unintentional poetry. You’re just that good.) I am unsure if you know you’ve been my muse lately, because well, how would one bring up something this bizarre, this old-fashioned, this intense around casual company? It seems bland to describe to you that you have been my muse when there’s no way to really comfortably explain the relationship if you are, let’s say, off-put by my intentions.
Very well, then, the risk is that this is uncomfortable:
You’re the Diane Keaton and Mia Farrow to my Woody Allen. The Patty Boyd to my Eric Clapton and George Harrison. The half-Japanese cello enthusiast to my Weezer.”
great writing, and oh so true.


