Tag Archives: muse

Normal tasks and normal interactions overwhelming with presence, presence pressing into you, no room to breathe or cry or scream or lay down and wait to die.

Reset the counter and discard the before, ready to embrace change but already falling into familiar habits that give you courage of who you are and what you’re willing to be.

The end total to represent a year of trying, of believing routine will create imagination and spark a long lost desire to write their story, their words, their everything. Has it been achieved? The question is still unanswered, but at least it’s not a resounding no.

Hoard the rare but watch the one you share it with freely give it away, ignoring the pain endured to achieve it, yet expecting you to repeat the process over and over while they benefit from other people’s gratitude.

Built in expectations drive you to perfection, hard work done but already mess has appeared, ignored by others who deem it beneath them, only noticing for annoyance you have yet to expel their imperfections.

Frustrate to cleanliness, scrub and scrub as resentment simmers , anger filling the space while everything else becomes more beautiful, you are left with perfection but only have tired defeat as a reward.

A few days of indulgence, relaxing, forgetting, ends with renewed chaos for consuming, owning, filling a hole someone might notice if you stop for a moment more.

Remember a world created and waiting, buried in a notebook that hopes to widen, if only you could understand how to unlock what once was so easy to unleash.

Present the new and intrigue destruction, adding to the debris of childhood and moving forward, closer, to appreciation of the materialistic.

Christmas breakfast for those who spend too many early hours together, a work bond of necessity that grew into genuine like, toast their health and happiness, praying it will bring some for you too, a longer permanent place amongst the flour coated atmosphere.