Tag Archives: muse

Shrinking presence of people that were relied upon, dependant, willing to help when your world heated up and closed in, suffocating you and squashing your breath away. Now they tell you to move anyway, breathe through a straw and carry on. No one is coming anymore.

One day of freedom you achieved, slipping from our grasp to taste real life. We remained here, bitter, failing to perform what we expect from you, leaving untainted products to harden and resent, failing to prep anything that would make your return easier. How dare you try to escape, there is no escape.

Holding on to the belief, the need, to be better, hoping you are a good person in your core and that your hesitation to help is from fear rather than selfish preservation. But either way you fail to help, so what does it matter that you feel bad, they are still dead.

Little glimpse into your movements to quell the mystery of your life without my presence. Would they be the same if I did not exist in your world? Have I shaped you as a person or squashed you into submission? What about me? Was I always meant to be this?

Trick of affection, trick for attention. Trick of reminder, trick for confiner.

Sweet nectar that helps deny sleep, something that should be avoided -listen to your body!- but one you need to earn the right to breathe, afford the right to exist.

Obligatory greetings, enquiries, statements, then a vague promise to return as they disappear, talking to someone they have more in common with until your time is over and there’s only a moment when you pass on the stairs to remember them by.

A trickle invading, attempting to start a spark that will harm but shock you into life or death, and you have to decide which one you want.

First selection for the fresh beginning of time, where the second choices of yesterday can be forgotten and forgiven, and you can be positive again.