Tag Archives: muse

Bleed out a potential, a strand of destiny never followed, never known, never lived.

Surrounded by familiar comfort to celebrate other people’s joy and mean it, you’ve always meant it, even when yours feels far away. Life shouldn’t be resentment.

Rush but be better, work through exhaustion to bring others satisfaction while you pop painkillers and energy drinks, hoping to survive the next three days.

River of denial once again. All the positives you conjured try to stand tall. Even wobbling and tilted it is progress.

One week more to try recapture that feeling of joy and excitement you can sense trying to seep to the surface. Are you ready?

Demons in my dreams, breathe your influence away or burn it all down.

Choice of regret sits heavy and stirs sickness in body and spirit, all because the memory was a lie of wanting.

A day to face what you’ve been dreading, hoping for a good result so you can see what happens next. Either way life will become a little more clear.

Confess a hurt to an important person and feel lighter, ready to face grief fow what it is and not a hidden secret. I lost you before I met you, but you still existed.

Familiar songs of delight try to stir a phantom happiness, an unknown smile settles. You begin to believe everything might be okay.