Tag Archives: muse

Remember the silence while you celebrate the pleasure of living, respect the dead as you perform the dance of conception. Live the life they could not.

Paint skin with a story, a reminder of yourself and your power, your responsibility, your right to be alive.

Hide away behind ink until your blood turns black and your features are flat. Does it take away your pain?

Whisper a secret on your flesh, waiting for you to realise because saying it out loud is still beyond me, I need you to take me there.

Push down on the real and bury yourself in smiles. Maybe you’ll start to feel alive.

Justify a theft so your conscience doesn’t care about the worry you leave behind. What is it like to feel so light of guilt?

Juggle a moment to treasure or rebuke, will it make you happy to forget? Or thankful the chance almost existed.

Brown and red mix together the morning, but hold onto hope, an answer has come and more will follow.

Nausea and heat, dizzy and confused. Signs or results, one more day will reveal.