Tag Archives: muse

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.

Aftertaste of hesitation, regret, yet denial makes you take another bite, mask it with a swig, smile through the sensation. By the time you admit your mistake and bin what remains your mouth is haunted, your stomach a nervous enemy. All because you wanted to save money.

Weeks of preparation, gathering, crafting, slowly forging components to begin the bigger project. The satisfaction, relief as the final piece begins. Only time will tell whether it was worth it.

The sight of a hollow man turns everything in your world, the empty space within confirming the imitation of emotions. Was any of it real? Or is it just a warning of what the future holds and how big the hole will grow.

Everything is wrong today, small victories brought down with muddled emotions, irritations escalated into migraines, failures pronouncing the end of the world. Perhaps tomorrow will be better.

Proof has arrived, you can breathe again knowing you are still worth something, have the chance to create another. Prepare your nest and anticipate the making, have some fun for a change.

Adjust your body and suffer its shocked response. Resist cravings, comforts and harden your resolve to succeed this time, to stay strong and transform yourself into the vessel you need to really be yourself at last.

Phantom pain for an imaginary future, painted and framed before the first step is complete. Watch it fall and crash to the floor when the truth is revealed as a fantasy you were too late to grasp.

Bleed to feel complete, worthy, a clear red sign of life and life-giving so you can breathe and hope again. Wait and see, wait to live.