Tag Archives: muse

Our world is frozen while others are ablaze, evacuating all normalcy and disrupting a far away comfort, making us realise they really exist and are not just a source of entertainment, waiting for when we want to acknowledge them.

Pressure present, unrelenting as the day stretches ahead, a monotone rhythm settling as your life refuses to change and you’re too tired to force it.

Disguise your nature to flip a moment, pretending to belong but basking in your differences and accepting this is better than changing.

Dulled hope that refuses to leave, muscle memory playing while your mind sits in defeat, but that little spark still exists, so small it stutters in confusion when your wish is fulfilled, celebration delayed until you can accept it really has happened.

Enticement of extra work to refill depleted accounts, but calculate the energy needed and whether regret will outweigh the little relief it will bring.

Not the sunset but the dawn, embrace the beginning but thank the end, facing the new and treasuring the old.

Over a decade under the earth, bones smothered in dirt and a soul faded to memory. A lingering sadness to mark the day a life ended and a hole opened for the ones left behind.

Normal tasks and normal interactions overwhelming with presence, presence pressing into you, no room to breathe or cry or scream or lay down and wait to die.

Reset the counter and discard the before, ready to embrace change but already falling into familiar habits that give you courage of who you are and what you’re willing to be.

The end total to represent a year of trying, of believing routine will create imagination and spark a long lost desire to write their story, their words, their everything. Has it been achieved? The question is still unanswered, but at least it’s not a resounding no.