There is a child hidden in my heart that refuses to come out. This child is there for when the world becomes unfathomable and I need to pout. This child allows me to laugh at knock-knock jokes and silly burping games. This child, however, has…

Muse (definitely NOT the prompt; hour four)

My muse has left the building The music has stopped playing And the brush no longer paints.   I don’t understand why she left, She was just going out for some Froyo and never came back.   I have tried her phone, Instagram, And Facebook….