Tag Archives: muse

22:59 Dead pieces of myself wrap around the living parts, tugging, growing tighter, restricting movement and ambitions with the reminder of what’s to come.

22:58 Ripples from the other side of life waver into your path, causing tremors of fear, echoes of hope, moments of certainty.

22:57 Separation is natural components drift away. Change and disperse, the heavier sinking while the light is left weightless, groundless. Shake the world into chaos, confusion, and watch the particles reunite, no longer sure who they are.

22:56 Trundle, trundle to a crawl creeping slowly to the stop, dawdle on and prevent the cease, too conscious of the end when motion fades.

22:55 Ripples I create dancing ahead of me, marking my path to glide through or flounder in.

22:54 A day of luxury to mark a celebration where a life-altering event happened to someone else.

22:53 A prison without walls is unique and inescapable. You’re trapped but moveable, each day that slips by your reflection becomes a stranger. Limbs grow hard to move, a foreign object you’re forgetting how to operate. Soon words become senseless noise and communication impossible. Eyes gaze out at a world they can’t enjoy, from aContinue reading “22:53”

22:52 Absent offering is felt more than a physical presence. Its heavy atmosphere settles in the air and accompanies you through the day, through everything.

22:48 Twitching nose of disapproval, narrowed eyes of judgement. Ruffled fur of irritation and puffy tail of fury. Feed me, human, feed me.

22:47 Picture perfect never were a fact that all can concur, turn your head and gaze at her unable to resist the lure of death.