"It's my pool, and it's my duck."

Wow.

I was inspired by a post a friend wrote over on LJ, to write about the muses, so I went looking for the ramble I did on Cap'nJackSparrow back in June to use as a starting point.

You don't know me, and I'm sorry for butting in, but I simply had to comment.

I used to have a friend, who thought excatly the same way you did, seeing muses as a crutch to lean on and who, though they're not here with us, are somehow supporting people who like them. She taught me that as well from when I was young and impressionable, and I think it's true as well. They're thoughts of other people, and who's to say whether that makes them real or not? I think it does, in a way.

I lost my friend due to an accident earlier this year, and reading your post just reminded me of all the fun we used to have, and how great she was, and I want to say thank you for reminding me to hug my muses and stop ignoring them, no matter how painful it may be to face them now that shes gone. I realise that last sentence probably doesn't make a lot of sense, but I hope it's not too messed up for you to understand.

Again, sorry for disrupting.

- Ramone

I wish her journal wasn't deleted, so I could get in touch with her, talk to her. Thank her for sharing. Because that .... I'm not sure if I can put words to how it makes me feel.

But I think I might need to write that post now, most definitely.