I always thought that i'd find a muse through love.. Or maybe family. But I found mine where I'd least expect. I found mine through a broken soul that spoke to mine. Within your eyes I saw somebody who never really belonged, I saw myself in twisted way. I admire the beauty deep inside you like a light in a dark obis. A warmth in a cold place. You're like a poem, with your riddling nature that only the ones who dare to think uniquely can decode. You are my muse.
I hope that one day I can express to you what you mean to me muse of mine, and I hope that one day you will know that you are appreciated, even where you'd least expect it.
I remember the night I showed you that poem I had wrote for you, and you wrapped me up in a big bear hug. I will never forget about you Marcus. Your energy and soul are endlessly beautiful.