My muse is dead.
What should I do now?
When I had my muse, I had a reason to create.
The days were vibrant, magical, and full of color.
But my muse is dead. I see everything in grey shades now.
What should I do?
When I had my muse, I loved to write, paint, and dance.
The days were a breeze—sunny, serendipitous.
But my muse is dead. My soul is dry.
What should I do?
When I had my muse, I was complete.
The days passed fast—I blinked, and they were gone.
But my muse is dead now. I must carry on.
What should I do?
I used to have a muse.