Tag Archives: muse

Rewrite the memories to avoid an imprint that will destroy everything. Struggle to hang on to a sanity long stripped away, while the fast-pace of events refuse to pause and you are swept along to disaster.

Strip the insides of memories, some which still hurt to throw away, some you can’t remember why they were important. Strip and strip until there is nothing left, and then begin again.

Playback the awkward and speed up the skill. Cut together the progress and upload for judgement. Submit and wait for approval.

Measure my worth through physical attributes, whether they are used or not and decide to pursue a dream of what could be, not noticing the reality that already presents itself.

Fire warmth draining from your veins, leaving ice and confusion, the shock so complete you can’t remember who you are or how to return heat into your soul.

Dotted path to follow, the faint hints shadows in your mind. Are they even real? Do you want them to be?

Dizzy whirl of constant tasks to complete and perfect before you can grab some cold air to try remember what normal feels like. Perhaps this is normal now.

Anxious thoughts play out scenarios that will never come to pass, but still a headache forms at the thought of them, leaving you irritated and unable to relax, unable to smile, unable to breathe.

Record my progress with a time limit, to show your skills of repetition, rehearsal and hope this will convert into actual skill.

Seaweed shark slinks across the sand, hunting out the ripples to test out courage and cunning, dancing away in victory with a dried prize that salts teeth and lifts confidence. Fall asleep to the lullaby of mighty water settling into your memories.