Tag Archives: muse

22:69 A puzzled comment that changes everything, revealing a deception, manipulation not thought possible. Suddenly the signs are everywhere, dancing before blind eyes that now burn with truth. So this is how people see you, and it was not even your fault, but the one you love most in this world.

22:68 Pushing is exhausting, being the one to enthuse and entice others into action. If you stop they don’t move. And if you stop you fail, and no one will be there to coax you forward again.

22:67 Manipulated words try hide the truth with hinted blame, but your eyes cannot lie, and the greatest pain is that this was your intention rather than trust.

22:66 Unrest is in your soul in a way I’ve never seen before. Flashes of annoyance growing more frequent in my direction. Does disappointment haunt us now? Or is it something worse than that, something I can’t fix.

22:65 A pill the size of an acorn is stuck in my throat. But I’m not dead. The blockage slows breathing, the struggle verbal in the hard vibration of my body. People look, but I cannot speak to ask for help. They turn away, my noise annoying, and carry on with their day.

22:63 Memories twist good intentions, recalling events that shift in tone. Innocent comments become malevolent, happy moments stained with doubt. Perhaps some minds can feel the opposite and view harsh words as gentle, kind guidance.

22:62 Aggression is never passive. Subtle threats still pierce and stab, causing the hint and harm intended.

22:61 The leaf falls on the silent road. No witnesses as it’s thrown from everything its ever known. It drifts on gentle wind to a hard, unrelenting floor. A solid ground to rest on, but never can it float away.

22:60 Swimming and painting synchronised in my mind, both with stroking motions, forming a path, a purpose. Follow the distance or fill in the colour, either way your thoughts calm with arm strokes.