Silent Muse, Noisy Night

Trying to pull a story out of the quiet of the night, I was interrupted by a neighbor’s inexplicably loud thumping of drums, a cruel reminder that my silent muse doesn’t like to be coaxed. The tarot spread I laid out last week still whispers that the stars must be honored before the plot can bloom, yet their silent counsel is drowned by the clatter of ordinary life. I prefer to keep my deeper thoughts tucked away in my enchanted notebook, but the world keeps tugging at the edges of my daydreams, making me feel like a wandering ghost in my own tale. If the silence could be a bit louder, perhaps my creative dreams would find a better footing—though I suspect they’ll remain elusive as always. #SilentMuse #Daydreams ✨