We meet again. Oh yes, you know me. At least you should, after that extended relationship we had for a good couple of years. I woke up next to you every morning those years, and every morning I was disappointed. You know this. We did not part on amiable terms. I'm sorry.
But I've found someone new. It's Inspiration. This relationship is everything I've ever looked for, and you know that because you got jealous every time I flirted with Brilliance at the corner store. And I'm not trying to write this letter to torture you, I just feel that you need to know my situation. I'd love to know what's going on in your life if you'd like to write back.
Anyway, Inspiration and I...we're like magic. We stayed up until two in the morning, Inspiration talking while I wrote. And I did write. I never wrote while I was with you. Now I feel the words itching my fingertips as I write. You'd think that would be uncomfortable, but the words merge with my motions and flow onto the page with only the effort of creating a pen stroke. I've written in the dark with Inspiration. I've written in the morning, scribbling out words quick enough so they don't skitter away before I can pin them down with ink.
And it sounds great and all, but I have a problem. That's the real reason why I'm writing to you. I need your advice. I know, me asking you for advice is akin to asking a brick wall to pick up and move to Nevada, but I didn't know who to turn to. Inspiration walked out. I woke up this morning and felt the space on the pillow next to me only to find what I feared I would find ever since this relationship with Inspiration began. An empty pillow. Inspiration must have snuck out some time during the night. We weren't really talking at all around midnight last night, and maybe Inspiration wasn't really feeling it anymore. We didn't even fight.
I want Inspiration back. I'm not sure if you've seen Inspiration about, but it'd be really great if you could let me know if you have. Because I need Inspiration back. We had something great going on. I wrote all the time, during classes, at home, on recycled paper and on loose leaf, with a fancy pen, and sometimes with one of those Sharpie pens. It was amazing. I even managed to blog a couple days in a row, and that was virtually unheard of until Inspiration showed up.
I'm a better person when Inspiration is around. I'm more excited about life, I'm enthusiastic about my work, and it just feels so much better when Inspiration is around. I may have been a little sleep-deprived, but it was worth it because Inspiration was there, and we could wake up with bags under our eyes together. We could shuffle through the day without drinking caffeine because neither of us need it. I was wittier. I was more put together. I knew what I was doing. I never needed prompts for my Poem-a-Day September exercise, and then today I needed to use itunes shuffle to help me write a poem. They weren't even my own original words, Writer's Block! That's why I need Inspiration back. I can't even find Brilliance any more, I think Brilliance might have left town with Passion. I'm not sure though.
So if you've seen Inspiration, can you say that I'm sorry? I'm sorry that I stayed up watching Mulan and drinking wine instead of writing poetry. I'm sorry that I didn't walk Inspiration home after a couple tarot spreads. That wasn't fair of me. So I'm sorry. Ask Inspiration to come back. For me? If you could do this one thing for me, I would be so grateful. I'll take you out for lunch some time. Please just ask Inspiration to come back to me.
Thank you so much, I really appreciate it. I hope our time together hasn't meant so little to you that you won't do me this favor. I would do the same for you if (God forbid) anything happened to you and Motivation.
Have a good day!
Cheers,
Brianna
The Lost Writer
"Enthusiasm is excitement with inspiration, motivation, and a pinch of creativity."
- Bo Bennett
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