Tag Archives: muse

Soft light bathes the path to your everything, waiting even in sleep before they can truly settle, and you are whole again now you are home.

A glint of frost melts into your skin, burying into the living flesh to remember being alive, being wanted.

Calculate a holiday and schedule your time, hoping enough energy will remain to enjoy and embrace what the season should be celebrating.

Promise of security dangled to spark overexertion, using all reserves for the enticement of a lazy moment void of worry, of nagging, of the voices telling you you are not enough.

Greet strangers with aggression and watch your circle shrink, clinging tightly to those remaining who are trapped with you in a glass dome, waiting to suffocate.

Travel the windy maze to reach childhood comfort now sprinkled with responsibility that aches the nostalgia and separates the freedom of joy and desperation. Would you step back forever, if you could?

Return of a problem at the worse moment to cough up fear and activate nervous flight of the mind, never settling, only dreading.

Leave it unlocked to tempt fate, a life too comfortable and safe needs some danger in the mix, otherwise are you really alive when you wake up everyday happy?

Prepare for the stress by trying to relax but having thoughts keep pressing, pressing until only guilt and anxiety and dread remain for tomorrow.