Little Message to a 'Friend'

For all the nightmares that you plagued me with

Burdening my delicate waking mind.

I’m clearly not as important as you say.

Backing my theory is the endless apologies

Annoying me to delirium

But so often I’ll hide in my thoughts

I don’t hurt when I‘m away.

-Good ol' Fun

Muse

Just the other day, I met a muse in a very odd way. He told me how to save my world from drowning in nonsense. Very good advice I said to him, but how do you save the words from burning?

Ever imagine the way the sky looks when you dream? No, I replied to the muse. Good, said he, you’ll only ever remember the way the floor looks anyways.

Something inside me burned. Words spilled forth from my mind slapping themselves against the paper in front of me. But nothing on the paper made sense. The words were perfect, but the story didn’t exist.

Try to read upside down and backwards, said the muse. I don’t understand how that can change what’s in front of me. It won’t but it’ll make me feel better.

Reading upside down and backwards I listened to the story pouring itself out of the page back into my head.  With a smirk in my direction, the muse put his hat back on. The sky in your dreams doesn’t exist if there is no floor.

Observe the world from a different perspective. That’s what I’ve known all along but just forgotten.

-Good ol' Fun