Tag Archives: muse

Listen to their excuses and the whispers that spin the blame back to you, instead of thank you they’ll accuse, covering themselves while you sit in the aftermath of betrayal.

Back to that moment one year ago, will it be the same? Or will that brief happiness and tragedy be denied you? Which would be worse?

Survive the trial and cope with the wounds left behind, trying to perform the tasks that define you through the pain of pushing too far.

A wrong moment condemned the years, watching me crawl back up when the cloak of solitude lifted. Keep me motivated now to rise higher then ever before.

Begin in the weekend of alone, split yourself into three people and ready messages of lists instead of encouragement. Don’t you have emotions too?

Remember the beginning where intentions were pure and experiences appreciated. Did life grow dull, predictable, or did you stop believing in change?

Gain your redemption but suffer through loneliness. The right path does not bring you happiness, but you keep walking, unable to stop now it has begun.

Lose an hour of preparation and scramble into the day’s routine. Does it connect you to others when you answer their request? Or is your individuality fading away to become just a useful tool.

Bite into the hard moment, a shock to discover, but how will you react? Are you going to let it change you?