v1 – she called me her muse.
i carried that word carefully, because i never thought someone would see me that way again.
a muse isn’t possession.
it isn’t romance.
it isn’t even forever.
it’s a spark.
a person who wakes up a part of you that went quiet.
then, after everything, i saw the word again.
“these are literally our aMUSEment.”
“pun intended.”
and i’ll admit… it was clever.
but it was strange seeing a word that meant inspiration turned into a word that meant entertainment.
because that’s the thing about art — once you put pain into the world, people decide what it means to them.
some people laugh at the fire.
some people notice what survived the flames.
v2 – the weight of a word
she once called me her muse.
i never took that word lightly.
a muse is a strange thing. it doesn’t mean ownership. it doesn’t mean forever. sometimes it’s just a person who wakes up a part of you that had been sleeping.
after sharing everything i created from that place, i saw the word again.
“these are literally our aMUSEment!!!!!!! 😂”
“pun intended!!!”
and i’ll give credit where it’s due…
it was clever.
but it was also strange seeing the same word travel so far.
from inspiration… to entertainment.
from something that created… to something laughed at.
maybe that’s the risk of making anything honest. once you release it, you don’t get to choose what people do with it.
some will mock the fire.
some will understand why you had to light it.
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