Tag Archives: muse

Arrival of confusion, a familiar state that it shouldn’t be surprising, but still the irritation and indignation stain the day and all the plans for after.

Welcome the new, despite their inexperience the hope is alive and enough to keep dark thoughts and futures at bay.

Putrid liquid decorates the morning, welcoming back a lack of sleep and a lack of appreciation for what you have to accomplish.

Today I was supposed to meet you, hold you on the outside and love you with everything I am. My pain is numb, the dream too far removed now to feel as though it was ever really going to happen. That future is gone, time moving on into what-its and regrets. But I loved you.Continue reading “25:332”

Growing pressure of pain so light becomes deadly and movement impossible. Just sink into darkness and pray for nothing.

Stab and withdraw to read my secrets that even I don’t know, tell me the truth at last.

Wrestle towards the chance to cocoon into warmth, away from familiar and security but a beginning of a stand for yourself.

Sneak through danger, bush of concealment lures you into false confidence so the end is swift, full of pain and regret.

The ranting field whose intentions never begin with anger, but emotions breeze into the air and lift away, leaving lighter hearts and smoother brows.