Tag Archives: muse

A gift waiting underneath a tree, lying uncomfortable for romance but unable to rise because the hard cold floor has ruined their back.

Wet my mask from the inside with salt and loneliness and plans of actions that you can only bear thinking of alone.

Bleed out a potential, a strand of destiny never followed, never known, never lived.

Surrounded by familiar comfort to celebrate other people’s joy and mean it, you’ve always meant it, even when yours feels far away. Life shouldn’t be resentment.

Rush but be better, work through exhaustion to bring others satisfaction while you pop painkillers and energy drinks, hoping to survive the next three days.

River of denial once again. All the positives you conjured try to stand tall. Even wobbling and tilted it is progress.

One week more to try recapture that feeling of joy and excitement you can sense trying to seep to the surface. Are you ready?

Demons in my dreams, breathe your influence away or burn it all down.

Choice of regret sits heavy and stirs sickness in body and spirit, all because the memory was a lie of wanting.

A day to face what you’ve been dreading, hoping for a good result so you can see what happens next. Either way life will become a little more clear.