Tag Archives: muse

Save my details, so at least the screen remembers me, feels I’m important and is waiting for my return.

Let the fresh air kiss your cheeks and bask in your existence, sprinkle inspiration and pass it around, flowing from moment to moment until everything is connected.

Rely on me, bleed me dry, work me to exhaustion when you have the need. Then, when the crisis is over, pin me with all mistakes, whisper and ridicule gloating that I’m not wanted. Why do I let this happen? Why am I less than nothing?

Pull on a uniform one week later and feel your individuality slip away, your personality shut down, your soul screaming where no one can hear you.

Picturing these scenic moments in the future, guiding a smaller younger me and you, teaching them the delights of the sea, the magic of the woods, the thrill of fresh foods. It almost seems real, it almost seems possible that we might be good at it.

A day to celebrate and acknowledge a unit, and a day I feel the most alone in a while, trapped in magnified hints that probably mean nothing but cut deep and press doubt against contentment.

Barnacles and Bernard the shop’s guardian dragon, both regular sights in a place that smells like fresh salt and whose sands soothe your feet to smoothness. Drink in the last day, breathe the moments of freedom and dream of returning and experiencing it all again.

Coastal path to view the edge of everything, contemplate the end of your world and reflect on what has been worth it, what you should have dropped over the side.

Pack away the luxuries with a full-day left to enjoy feels like a slap in the face, a shout of denial, a statement that happiness is over. Maybe we’ll experience it again in the future.

Fallen leaves merged with the dirt wet from the nearby stream it constantly squishes them deeper, joining the stones to form the foundations of the earth.