Tag Archives: muse

The silence of the busy, too worried and driven to complete their tasks that the absence of music is barely noticed. And that’s how the spiral begins.

Paint yourself into grief and create the dead so you can pretend the emptiness is not there, yet you still can’t bring yourself to be happy. Why?

Ask some crazy questions to remember the passion of imagination and the delight that you found the one person who responds to your answers with laughter and a challenge.

Add the wrong label and try pretend you belong. Sell yourself as something more, or belittle yourself into a cheaper bracket. Which path will you take to avoid the one that fits.

Bring out a planner and watch us force your time away, refusing freedom or acknowledgement that you are human and not just a convenient pawn.

A language of birth hides in this side of me, masking that half that is vulnerable and real and too scared to let you in.

Read about responsibility we have pulled you from so we can declare you competent and liable, now that you’re behind and we can blame you for our timing. This is how we care for your well-being.

Enthusiasm gone and the need to pretend has drained away, like your hope, like your ability to keep trying.

Cover the walls with your selfish interests, resigning yourself, at last, that no family portraits will emerge to take their place.