Tag Archives: muse

A lie that you’ve always known as fact without question shakes your very being. Who are you without that purpose? Do you even want to know?

Learn to be noticed and pretend to like it, forcing your opinion to be understood and showing the doubters you will be better than them. You are better than them.

They lost you; phrased like it was deliberate instead of everything they dreaded and still ache for months later. Just try again, it’s that easy to forget, right?

Feel the frustration seep into the silence, expanding the uneasiness and trying to infect the atmosphere. Ignore and speak brighter, ready for a vented rant that will clear the air and restore calm for a little longer.

Rearrange my space to recall your individuality, experience old interests and breathe a happy peace that you matter. Take a moment. Remember.

Ask me to wear a mask and pretend I am different, are you ashamed? Does your fear turn to hate as I fling away the lies and refuse to be anything other than what I am? Do you even remember what it is to hope?

A message to disprove a dream, one you gave up long ago, yet its end still hurts, more than you will ever admit.

Return to nausea, a symptom of reluctance to leave peace behind, yet the mind begins to hope for something more, a dangerous thought to stop a pounding head hurting.

Hide my journey to confirm my health, but expect displeasure when we return to a shorter day.

Move into confusion as thoughts fade into empty pain, a dizzy chaos to replace your certainty and leave sick moments to move forward with.