Tag Archives: muse

Track your progress, the journey to meeting me and entering my life. Unexpected delays alter our destiny, forcing actions you didn’t want, with first impressions we can never take back. Have you found the post code?

Click on to spy, your oblivious innocence never realising I can see you sleeping. A sigh of relief that you are content alone as I return to earning your keep.

Unexpected reprieve at the beginning to ease your tired soul back into the grind after too short a time away. Blend and blur reality until days are jumbled and no escape is in sight. Life used to be a line, not a circle.

Energy levels low, drained with too much youth until a day of dozing and snuggles is the only way to restore your sense of self. Maybe.

Wipe me a confusion with slight denial and stubborn hope. Wait and pray all is still and that sleep doesn’t release red and signal the death of another chance.

Triple in preparation just in case the answer is yes, and if it’s no you’ll be stuck with nothing to keep you busy. Only worry, and imagining, and slowly envisioning all the deadly outcomes possible during five long hours.

Return home in a scattering tube, so much smaller when I cradle you, still not ready to let go.

Hectic planning for the perfect solution, but not everyone can be happy and will have to settle for grim acceptance as the demands of others forces our course.

Phantom sensations confuse your state of mind, no longer knowing whether to be resigned or hopeful. Is this a build-up, or a muscle memory of expectation now a new course has been chosen. Wait in limbo a little longer to find out.