the fountain

If something is a source of inspiration to me once, how can I not return to that fountain, even when it has dried up, or provide no life for me anymore? Inspiration is one of the deepest (and most deceiving) forms of love and yet often we inspire people we don’t love. It is a one sided love, loving a muse. I will always return to that fountain and even if I don’t drink,the memories will keep on flooding me.

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