Tag Archives: muse

Stinging eyes longing to close and forget the world, the demand, of responsibility, especially when they have been denied the greatest one of all.

Slip into the night to try rekindle an old joy and feeling of ambition. But I cannot follow, stuck in the dawn where I was at peace but lonely, so lonely as I feel you slipping away.

Retell a favourite and enjoy the extension, different years highlighting different moments and expanding your view all the more.

Happy memories of rhythm you try to snatch back and recreate, but life is too different now, your body a bigger shape and you only regret trying instead of preserving the cherished times.

Your body remembers what normal is, and what happened has faded into nothing, with only you clinging on to the edge, preventing it slipping completely into the end.

Twenty four hours awake, brain fueled on sugar and desperation to forget sleep and squeeze in action, hoping it will fix everything and you can rest, one day.

Prepare through the night and vanish before the rest wakes, greatful your work is seen but you will happily be at home, asleep or relaxed and away from anymore demands.

Mark those for the end but leave the label off, so they know their time is short but no one else can see and adjust accordingly.

Desecrate the path to their start and leave it without a thought, knowing it won’t hurt you and not caring what it does to others.

Block the way of the priority and ignore your audacity, too self-absorbed to realise others exist.