Tag Archives: muse

Paint me a darker shade than I used to be and hide the stains, the evidence life has tainted me. Now I am new again until you taint me darker than black.

Bury in white so the world will stop and you can stay to witness the fresh coat on the sky and me finally trying again.

Reality begins tiredness challenging motivation, which one will win? It’s time to cement a change.

Wake before purpose to create your own, eat your intentions and settle into determination. A path has been found, now you follow it.

Spend a day to fantasise then walk away with a bigger reality, giving you hope again, finally, to see happiness in the future.

Visit a memory that seemed happy at the time but is now cloaked with your knowledge, revealing the sinister end a child did not know. Can you still smile as you recount it? Good.

Mix together your bloodline blended with anger and pain, a reminder to be better, reshape your own mind to reveal your story.

A born purpose that struggles to understand its role and seeks moments to dance to, twirling into a new adventure.

Do you overreach just for the chance to grasp at something further down? Or should you be more realistic and accept looking up for always?

Year of motivations to change a mindset stuck in melancholy. Paint new layers onto the tired walls and rip the imperfect away to start again and try.