I feel that my muse has left me behind. The last swallow of a drink that left a wanting taste. A bartender has said last call. And I with an empty glass.
The world is made up of many types of people. But, the only two you need to concern yourself with are those who love you and those who make you stronger. Sometimes though that line gets a bit fuzzy.
Everyone is good with words, all you really need to do is spend a bit of time finding the right ones. Might take a fraction of a second or maybe even years, but when you find them... they are yours.