Tag Archives: muse

Transfer your life for five nights and see what is missing, what is unnecessary, and what is always perfect no matter where you are.

Recount a beloved story to reassure your own, ready to experience a change but loving what stability already exists.

Prepare to depart for an escape of everyday and bury yourself in the woods, trying to stuff all the comforts into your grave.

Judge my skin and guess my soul, deciding my qualities by glancing at body parameters and measuring authority. Can I even deny it? Do I have enough of a voice?

Thoughts and imaginations that do not quiet stir up legs to walk and wander into wind and woods, chasing a dream of endless more that is always interrupted. Because people cannot simply keep walking until they fade with their fantasies.

Long buried confrontations spark events that seem too late. Are they even necessary anymore? Or will the damage of years ago still fix a little from these afterthought acts.

Feel into your skull for a tell-tale lump that once may have broken skin but decided to lay dormant, hidden, forgotten. Are you a better person for it? Will you rub it absently to remind yourself?

Dance to provide a service of hope, erecting a protection for a new beginning and crying your heart away for those outside it.

Brave the busy and quick decisions to reach a destination and fufill an obligation, a mission; a way to prove you can still be a good person.

Hide a tradition from the fear its reveal will result in its end, clasp at a heart of hope and surround yourself in shadow. Watching. Waiting.