Dear Kira - Part Two

Dear Kira,

Although my inspiration for beginning my journey as a writer was Chuck Palahniuk, he is not my muse. That is not to say that the two of them do not share similarities, though.

They both demand that I look deeper, that I consider all of the details (major and minor), and search for the truth hidden within them.

My muse does not appear to me donned in a robe and ascot, though. Instead, they are less of a figure and more of a feeling. The warm silence of the first glimpse of sunrise, warming your bones as the rest of the world sleeps. The chill that surges through your body when every detail clicks into place and understanding begins.

That isn’t to say that he doesn’t have a figure - but it shifts from day to day. Sometimes his hair is as black as the night sky, only to be as blonde as the sun the next. Haunting blue eyes that glow in the dark swirl into a hazel that shifts in the light. Even his voice shifts, one moment it is filled with the weight of the world, the next it drips sweetly, like honey.

He is both sides of the scales, nature is balanced within him.

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Image: Unsplash - JOHN TOWNER

This piece was written for day 13 of the Halls of Pandemonium challenge put on by Bradley Ramsey.

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