In Response to the Poem "Muse" by Sinbadthesailorman

Be wary, walk with caution with aplomb walk, nay shuffle your feet. See there is no here to there A to B there is only survival. Be prepared at some point be it today, tonight, or in a decade like me to be the villian. Be prepared to break a heart. Oh, when I was young I thought I was only capable of having MY heart broken. That there, is the height of arrogance. My relationships with people are contensious. I am either considered engaging, jolly, or boorish. You certainly don't want to see me when I'm drunk - though I find myself quite charming then. I have actually managed to have no family now, save the one I helped create and on occasion lives in my house. Last night was a bitter feud borne out of a pleasant conversation. (how most fights usually start) This corrolates to Friday when the subject was quickly changed when I referenced the four inch scar running down my right arm. So what have I learned? What is the common denominator in all this? Silence... do not emote be still and live your life. You see, young men of the world your feelings your inspirations are irrelevant. Expect to listen for hours (and smile, and nod understandingly when you do so) about porch door entrys, grants, work, the new painter. Expect icy silence on the other side. Expect this in spades but do not do not do not expect for this to be reciprocated in kind. Open your mouth and you will be stunned silent batted down. That is why seperation from my feelings is so easy for me the thing that women do not understand. I can be cut off and not have a sense that life isn't fair because I expect it now, I was scared sacred I was scarred silly I was inspired by other things, not by people. A real muse is life not the poison of relationships. People can not be trusted especially those closest to you.