Tag Archives: muse

I am still not okay, does that make me boring? Unable to get excited and pretending to be interested, planning distractions of tomorrow instead of living in the season of today. Let it be over so I can stop hiding and merge amongst everyone’s January blues.

Wrap up the year of almosts and lost chances and enter a year of distractions where this time you may succeed at something, even if it’s not what your heart yearns for most.

Grip my temple and mock my determination to accomplish what I must. Why am I here, at your request, if you don’t want to complete and move onto what comes next?

Next stage waiting, hovering around the corner while you’re still saying goodbye to today. Move sideways for a week and life will start to make sense again.

Plan the distractions one after another so thinking isn’t an option, noticing others is an afterthought and reality of a different future stays away for a little longer.

Prepare a spare for the days inspiration is gone, even as a rant, or when the emotions are too raw to spill with ink. It will be there to fill the gap of trying.

I’d give up all the superficial plans in a heartbeat to hear yours, have it exist, be allowed to love you.

A gift waiting underneath a tree, lying uncomfortable for romance but unable to rise because the hard cold floor has ruined their back.

Wet my mask from the inside with salt and loneliness and plans of actions that you can only bear thinking of alone.