Tag Archives: muse

Completing an end you’ve already witnessed but with all the pieces made clear now you hold the board. Love what others hate and don’t be ashamed.

Anticipate and disappoint, a cycle hard to break. Should you fake happiness or be honest? Which one would hurt less? Which one would be the easier way out?

Vital ingredient forgotten and one moment to decide for a reroute or a quick turn, hoping enough fuel remains for either.

Aftermath of euphoria drafts a dull sheet over everyday tasks, expectations of the extraordinary trickling disappointment into small acts of kindness, no matter how much they cost another.

A year of anticipation bubbles forward into expectation and joy, a day of freedom to be normal and enjoy the core of the real you.

Prayers of the everlasting hopefuls, convinced efforts are rewarded and failing over and over again until history can be rewritten.

Pounding vocals throb against words, silencing thoughts and sinking shadows deeper into darkness until nothing remembers what breathing was like.

Expend energy before it recharges, hoping tiredness will chase away anxiety and let the rest of your world sleep in peace.

Calculating a failure, an admittance of defeat, ready to end that chapter and rekindle an old plan, hoping that will be successful a second time around. Surely.

Shut down the progress to scream a need for rest, for respect, for a moment to feel normal and not just a tool for everyone’s own safety.