Tag Archives: muse

Prepare and pre-decide someone else’s choices to save time, eliminating the quiet moment for decision but still wondering why they seem overwhelmed and long to escape into shadows.

Remember a decision that defined a moment, ready to change your world but fading into inaction and entering the realm of regret. Can you pick it up again?

The past is forever, already present and shaping the future, hide it, ignore it, but it changes nothing, it will never disappear and you can never redo your mistakes.

Opaque waters hide the churning dark, swirling to infect the clear and spreading until pure is gone and black is everything.

Return of the clock checking your movements, assigning your time the routine the same as before but its onimous presence reminds you there are rules, no freedom and someone is watching, always.

Add to the minimum and hear the groan of the lazy, echoing no effort but sagging into complaint, all productive energy focused on their wrongs.

Cracked transferred to new, refreshing the scratches and worn for shiny and fresh, discarding the familiar and beginning a new bond, while the old is discarded.

Invent a solution that no one else considered and watch the appreciation or dissatisfaction mould into form and forever mark whatever intentions were originally there.

Whispered impressions, ideas, possibilities linger under skin, flexing muscles and robbing thoughts until they stand alone in unknown cold and sink into nothing, letting the other take control.

Offer your respect to coax a conversation with the unknown, exploring a thrill to find out if this is the right or wrong path.