Tag Archives: muse

The click of synchronicity, after struggling to understand, finally finding the slot to click in and not even remembering when it happened.

Confidence settles in one area as hollow grows in another, expanding and sparking until the gas explodes and we see what remains behind.

Dancing among the dreams of our future, or chasing the ghosts of our past. Mixing and polluting one with another until there’s no rhythm left to stir your movement.

Declare your intentions and we will automatically half them to avoid disappointment. Still, praise what has been accomplished, tasks have been completed, air has been breathed and we have laughed for another day, just because we can.

Failure as a foundation unable to establish the basic start to begin the result. Turn heads and make it happen, be bold enough to try, instead of whimpering in the corner, hoping they will notice and understand.

Unexpected smoothness underneath fingers experiencing a rhythmic moment to calm you into submission, into acceptance, into love.

Window displays of glaring light declaring who is the most festive of all, who is at home and who can afford thier energy bill this year.

A promise dangles from the tree, with no ground to support it, exposed so everyone can see it, judge it. View the outcome and decide its worth, as though you’re worthy enough to try.

Years of distance paint my memory of you different, innocent, full of potential. Now you have grown and regard me cooly, eyes refusing to acknowledge warmth or thaw with remembered moments. Reaching out was too hard, now stretching across is impossible.