might as well...

i can't seem to sleep. or type my script.
here's something for the insomniacs and those with writer's block.

Muse
by Juan Miguel Sevilla

on the wings of pegasus,
there you are...

floating over the world
that you were too beautiful to inhabit

but
how do i fly.. with you?
how do i hold your hands?
or kiss you?

you belong amongst the clouds
with the stars
they shine in awe of you.

i can wait.
whenever you're ready to be my muse.
i'll just be here.

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i'm hungry. dude.