Tag Archives: muse

Return the heat to ruin your body, melting away all goodness and leaving the gritty and disappointment.

Three years is long enough to declare your achievements void, erase your mark and forget all the work you committed and strove to accomplish. Three years and you will be gone forever.

Scroll for protein to try, be inspired by tight trousers while fighting nausea of your body’s betrayal. Mindsets, habits, will power.

Wrestle with the discomfort, hopefully temporary, to break bad habits and form new ways forward. Learn to function without and begin to feel better about yourself, in theory.

List your good intentions once again and hope the tantalising delights of sin don’t tempt you away, as it inevitably will when your resolve crumbles.

Search areas slowly becoming familiar, straining for beacons and pulses of blue. Swing away and around until all the light is found and extinguished.

Paint a colour beyond the silver that haunts you. Maybe you can’t see it but others can, and they will sparkle for you.

Deliver a story in snippets but one you revisit again and again for the comfort of continuing on and gaining a little more, no matter how slow.

Watch your future goal topple and fall, leaving an empty space to fill again or leave gaping.

You will enjoy true bliss in whatever you do proclaims the hardened dough, but does thst make you selfish or optimistic? Do you take it or can just see it no matter what? And why does the idea bother me so?