Tag Archives: muse

Return to a rhythm long missing and breathe a drum of movement, ready to stamp your way to success.

Extra time to not exist with thoughts and worries. Stay in undisturbed slumber as the wind howls and trees crack under its force. You can prepare later.

Replenish at a slower pace knowing its impossible to keep up, but still you try, because what else is there?

Drift the calculation and touch a mistake to acknowledge it’s okay, it can exist and learn to matter in your world.

Observe a story and move on down your list, the lingering feeling remaining but the need to keep filling too hard to ignore.

Observe the old space and picture removing it, coating it in new and returning its position to carry on securing your tranquil mind.

Rewrite your words already spoken and reward contradiction with silence, angry with disapproval that emotions can’t be manipulated into more manageable, non-consequential endings.

Rearrange to see if the pile will shrink and become manageable. Hoard your joy until it turns into a burden, then watch it grow into more and more piles.

Contradict yourself and me and snarl at the questions, too submerged in bitterness to realise you’re drifting out of reach and you can’t hear my voice anymore.

Rest and reset, time needed to recharge back into normal and find daily motivation. Are you ready now?