Tag Archives: muse

A darker mind imagines the possible death, the tragic surprises, the unexpected interuptions. They rehearse and prepare for prevention so those of light never have to consider, and can shine their pure light a little into their shadow.

Hide the remains of a last desperate act, sealed for months, years, before daylight touches its truth, and welcome the horror such enlightenment brings.

Return to lack of sleep to prepare the day for ungrateful recipients, who stare and ask why you’re here, a question you can’t answer.

Spill some ink across the ground, soak it into soil and imagine it reforming beneath the surface into a beautiful world of words.

Flesh left abandoned and only metal left to bury in a graveyard created by one man to grieve lifetimes worth of friends and have none left to walk beside.

Throwing rocks towards your goal, hoping to reach it a little faster, feel more hopeful that it can come true. For those who come after.

Paper boat floating as it grows damp, sinking on a surface it won’t leave, searching for another. Sturdy, wooden boat passing by, never noticing the rippling nearby is a desperate soul’s grave.

Time trickles through aging fingers that still feel young enough to chase the dream of change. And life.

View a tree of blood feeding on humans who gave up living, feel the hopeless vastness of your insignificance and sink down into its roots, burying all trace that you could have tried.