Tag Archives: muse

Delete the experience but carry the knowledge and rewind the clock to relive steps, knowing a better way while marvelling at relationships you can forge anew and look forward to the warmth they give you.

Sleep to meet the negative perception that shakes your normal day, infecting what’s real with fears of rejection and a cold ending that can’t melt with waking.

Clam your mind with salt and observe the joy of the innocent rubbing into sand and chasing wild liquid to taste freedom and love.

Choose between the survival of you or your ideal world, one you won’t get to see but will know can exist as long as you are gone before it begins.

Army of one who, no matter what you do, will disappoint and face the angry wanting, because you cannot split yourself into many.

String along a perfect line that you can skip over side to side. Which one is better? Who knows. Does it matter?

Wait to be deemed worthy of permanent and have them stall again and again, knowing you can do nothing but hope and remain loyal until the moment they throw you away.

Steal my remains to watch the warring emotions of those left behind, are they relieved that the grief can be hidden? Or dismayed it can no longer be concealed within?

Run to distraction, unable to fulfil the nagging for speed when pauses are needed to bend for others, but at least you’re not alone.

Rush to deliver and hope it reaches with more affection than the thought put into it, too distracted with exhaustion to plan ahead further.