Tag Archives: muse

Waiting pile late with no regret, expecting you to bend and compensate, running to its rhythm until your heart stops the beat.

Building pressure with crushing weariness while people whisper insistents and ignore the flash of pain, only wanting results.

Rise early to avoid the sun, beat its heat and expel energy before it’s involuntarily depleted through sweat and brain fog.

Croissant of content curled into luxury, ready to rest after excelling at what it does best.

Return the heat to ruin your body, melting away all goodness and leaving the gritty and disappointment.

Three years is long enough to declare your achievements void, erase your mark and forget all the work you committed and strove to accomplish. Three years and you will be gone forever.

Scroll for protein to try, be inspired by tight trousers while fighting nausea of your body’s betrayal. Mindsets, habits, will power.

Wrestle with the discomfort, hopefully temporary, to break bad habits and form new ways forward. Learn to function without and begin to feel better about yourself, in theory.

List your good intentions once again and hope the tantalising delights of sin don’t tempt you away, as it inevitably will when your resolve crumbles.

Search areas slowly becoming familiar, straining for beacons and pulses of blue. Swing away and around until all the light is found and extinguished.