Tag Archives: muse

Muscle memory of two months ago, recall the moves, the combos, the emotions, remember the motivation and melt into the scene as if you never left. Sometimes starting again is not an option. Remember and jump in.

Reconnect with all my heart respond and let me feel wanted, show the time we spent together was worth something, was important enough to type out a reply instead of letting me sit in an inbox of limbo.

Return to the fold and feel the pressure as expanse closes in, ready to drown you in darkness, even when the choice to leave is there. It’s not a choice many can afford to take.

Was it ever mine to keep, the reassurance you gave and the comfort I gained. I’ll snuggle it closer, secret and safe always there for when courage leaves me and I need to fill the hole with movement and purpose. Remind me who I am.

A story frozen in time for seven years, waiting to be remembered and revived. Are the emotions as strong as when they first began? Or is it just a performance now, waiting to be cleared.

Travel for a few hours of sea-air and fresh delicacies. Taste the flavour of being human and experience the delight of living and not just earning. Remember what love is and why everything is worth it.

Pop in the Blu-ray of a live experience, hoping it will fool you into feeling you’re there. Perhaps glow sticks would have helped.

Unexpected key-jangling alerts to an unusual day, still filled with little benefits but somehow feels more complete. A warm body beside me melts away anxiety and leaves me content to bask in a lazy afternoon.

Catch up in pages, bury the hours with words. Hatch secret plans and tap them into fruition, hoping the time put in is worth it. Lazy days with purpose refuel your soul and resist dark thoughts about the future. Nothing has been written yet.