Art my dear muse how I miss thee, I know I have forsaken thee this past year, not a scribble nor a line. You have been there waiting silently for me to greet you and caress you. I do hope that when the time comes it'll be like the old times, when everything was just free and easy. That nothing has to measure up to anyone, that days would go by when its just the two of us and nobody else but us. Art, I know you were given to me by God, you are a gift from the Him. I don't know what I did to deserve you, maybe there is a greater purpose that awaits me. Many a day I worry that God might take you away from me, that you would desert me since I have abandoned you.
Art my dear muse may this year be the year that I reunite with you. May this year be the start of many more years to come. That this year would start the rain to quench the drought that reality has inflicted in my life. I know you are a kind mistress, but you demand time, effort and perfection. That passion for you must be totally complete. You are a jealous mistress to serve and very unbending and uncompromising, it is your way or the highway. You are very territorial, art is art, you are mine and only mine alone.
I do hope that this would be the year I serve you well and not disappoint you with my waywardly ways. That other muses won't tempt me into serving them instead of you.
Art my muse, my dear muse, I do miss thee, I miss thee a lot. I hope you miss me too.