So many ideas run through my head as I attempt to concentrate on my studies. So many inspirations pop up as I write things down that are supposed to stick to my head like glue only to be filtered out by things that i want to say,things that i want to write and things that are unconsequential to me as a student.

My mind works in such perverse ways. As I call for inspiration and wish for it, my muse wanders far away, lost as if it will never return. The moment I need to turn away and concentrate on something, it comes back in full force, distracting me, almost tangibly there, right within my touch.

I feel like continuing my months-gone-by-and-untouched story. but to what will this lead me? unfinished studies and a longer version of my unfinished story. i should leave the story be and study.

but my urge is too great. it makes me think my muse must be a woman. only a woman would act like this.