Tag Archives: muse

23:89 Two years of sacrificing relaxing days off, replaced with travelling, studying, filling my soul with words and hope again. Struggling with night shifts, then forgoing sleep to attend classes that inspired a part of me almost forgotten. Doubt and exhilaration mingled as one, a constant boiling pot. Humiliation at a mediocre result, then prideContinue reading “23:89”

23:88 A world ravaged by war now tries to rebuild in the aftermath. Families are reunited after spending years apart and no longer recognise each other, frustrated at this stranger who doesn’t understand them. Chase the dreams beyond class, Slowly reaching goals and discovering who they really are, who they want to be. Prompt: BookContinue reading “23:88”

23:87 Power wash your worries away. The steady stream of stress flowing through you will spray out and blast away years of dirt and grime that clung to the walls and hid the real potential beneath. You will be clean again.

23:86 I am invisible to you so I can watch and see far more than anyone else. No one notices me, so I notice all. You don’t talk and people assume you have nothing to say, but that’s not true. The twitching of your fingers and the polite smiles you respond with speak your opinionsContinue reading “23:86”

23:85 Goodnight. Let the vast space left beside you fill with lingering regrets, doubts that no one is there to whisper away. Reach for something to grasp onto, but let go, fearing you’ll cling too tight and not release when your real desire returns. If it returns. Prompt: Last words (use the last sentence fromContinue reading “23:85”

23:84 Forspoken or forsaken. Prophesied or catastrophised. Predicted or presumptuous. Which one are you? Which one am I?

23:83 Earliest memories carry the scent of smoke, but I never remember seeing a cigarette between her lips. The smell soon disappeared from childhood recall and the aroma of cake-baking took over, followed by the fond schedule of weekly visits, to cross-stitch, to knit, to read, to talk. Back before tensions began to emerge, backContinue reading “23:83”

An organised structure, calm but busy. Dread for most, beginning a long journey. A strange no man’s land that we struggle through. A sense of footing established at last. Motivated to accomplish something of worth. Wanting a little fun to brighten your hard work. Trying to balance a day of chores and relaxation.

Stretch and strain until pain halts your efforts, builds your frustration and helplessness. Out of reach but within sight it taunts your acceptance and tickles your dreams leaving a disturbed shiver you can’t ignore but can’t enjoy. Forever present, forever untouchable. Prompt: the untouchable