Tag Archives: muse

Waiting for items with longing and struggle, praying they return soon so you can stop recycling what remains. Realising they already returned, but behind a locked door opened by another, a bittersweet reunion that still contains relief.

Evidence of labour coats the skin, protection or invasion it’s hard to tell at times. Scrub the layer off and feel fresh, raw to all insistents and exposed to understand truths and intentions aren’t always right.

Settle into chaos until the cracked sky is normal, just something to glance at and ignore, pretending no one sees it. But perhaps they don’t and it’s only you pretending your world isn’t about to end.

Visit with anger and spread anxiety into the day, foreshadowing all activities and ceasing happiness with one careless comment.

Watching the unaware who feel they’re alone, praying their mind is safe from anxiety, that they know you have not left them, you will always return.

Guidelines forgotten, effortless actions performed without referral, growing confidence and belonging, proving you are worth your place.

Piece together a lost secret to reveal something ordinary, a little mundane, but all the more precious as layers are slowly revealed to show a hidden depth more rare and beautiful than any pretty facade.

Observe and advise with an expertise never touched but allowed to preach, causing doubt in the learned even though their knowledge is real. The power of confidence can end the world.

Surprise initiation removes the mask of indifference to glimpse the true motivation hidden over years, a kindness no one noticed even as it enveloped them. Now it is here, concealed but recognisable and waiting for the moment it can return forever.

Shut away grief and conjure a solution through denial, watch it smile and reassure while you slowly slip further from reality and avoid the growing cracks in your vision.