Profound Eloquence

When i was younger, everything i said was the most profound thing in the world. I was full of curiosity and misery and found ways to make my lack of satisfaction sound like the most beautiful thing ever. Now I'm older, not so sure about being wiser quite yet (lol) and I've found something that fills me with more emotions then there are words for. And yet I can only describe it with the same set of words arranged in a different order every time. You would think that Love would be a muse capable of bringing out the poet in me...but it seems as though misery has been my muse. I don't have the desire to write much anymore, just to live. if love is my cure for creativity... then i suppose its time for me to tuck away my pen and paper... im not going anywhere... im jus done with my random poems and profound statements...im in the early chapters of my book...perhaps this section is about fairytales...so on the day to day is another fable to share...so i can't leave because my stories arent going anywhere ;-) Jasmin *Rose*