letting go of the muse

maybe this will be the last time i'd ever talk about you, gael.  you have been a generous muse for years.  but time has taught me this: you are all just a muse and nothing more.  i guess it's true when they say you can never get everything in life. 

and so, i have to let you go now.  and it's okay.  i am ready to give you up.  not because i want to, but because i can't keep shooting aimlessly at you.  

thank you for everything.  you are still my "way beyond both"**.

have a great life, kid.

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** -> "there is want, there is like, but you are my waaay beyond both."