Tag Archives: muse

Calculate your time and value it by others’ status of rest. Work through relaxation and earn more. Seems fair.

Wake to a forgotten task meant to refresh but feels like another weight added. Repeated routine will help, familiar and easy, until you can face what’s to come.

Greet me with a pile of filth waiting to be ignored or exhumed. What option can my conscience live with?

Dangle a hope for peace then lock it away behind profit beyond you. Why would you expect anything different?

Sleep away nature and watch your body turn backwards, not understanding if it’s active or seeking dormancy. What option gives more hope?

Resonate with my soul of fifteen years ago, remembering those times when concepts and words ignited my heart and explained what living really is.

Swipe and delete over and over a month’s worth of updates that you ignored and overlooked. Why have them at all when they are so easily dismissed?

Teach you habits that are forgotten, sapping away good intentions and leaving behind bad tempers and guilt.

Cursing my soul with his eyes, the pressure of being seen burning away skin and exposing all the raw, all the wrong, all of me.

Awaken to a jigsaw, the pieces forced together, were they meant to fit long ago and were warped into a misshapen mess? Or were they always too different from each other to connect naturally?