Muse of Solitude

My life, composed of small solitary joys,
Violent romances, blessed and deep silences,
A abundance of poetry, moments of insanity and disillusion,
Will be always painful, always beautiful -
Will be the ultimate ode, before all others
Which rises from the depths of my own -
The moments themselves, which make up my life,
Before my body, cristallized in time,
In the endlessness that goes forward.

I will just leave it here...

I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of solitude and beheld an immense beauty... Beauty that has reached the most sacred depths of my heart. So fragile, so mysterious, so lonely... So unfathomable.
And this music, oh, this music... So majestic ans ancient, it fills the spaces between with something much greater than anyone could ever put in words...

Now I know how my muse looks like... She is incarnation of everything I've ever loved and searched for. 

“Yet, no matter how deeply I go down into myself, my God is dark, and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence.”