Tag Archives: muse

Cut the time but not the work and expect a miracle, less reward for more effort, what motivation would that produce? Desperation and misery.

Whisper your secrets to me, of enchanting worlds and hidden horrors. Others may know them, share the same stories but the impression on each heart is unique, private, your own.

Predict your lack of comprehension, motivation, inclination to take responsibility, expect others to step up while you take the glory, all while smiling without a care in the world, our world.

Head cold or stress ache, which symptom is this? Which would you prefer, an impending illness or an impending complication.

Convert my life data into a gamble of nothing and everything. Prove my time wasn’t wasted, even if it’s just for a moment of recognition, of glory.

Aching proof of effort that slows your movements the next day, even when there’s still tasks to be done, another crisis to manage. When will peace return? Was it ever really there?

Hinted predictions that prick at hope even when you know they are formed through bad information. Perhaps a few days more to dream before facing the obvious truth, the continuing journey.

Black material hidden in darkness, camouflaged from the desperate seeker, trying to be sneaky and failing at the simplest task.

Ominous signs, a blessing or a curse? It is unclear, only time will tell whether good or ill will come.