MUSE AESTHETICS : SLEEPING AT LAST — ATLAS
bold what always applies to your muse. italicize what applies to your muse conditionally.
the mind was made to illuminate the heart. / we carve our names on the surface of history. / all our strength came out of the woodwork. / we only know this light as darkness crashes against it. / it’s a cruel trick how we find ourselves when we lose everything else. / our mistakes they were bound to be made. / the smell of the falling and burning leaves. / the bitterness of winter. / the sweetness of spring. / there was bad blood in us. / the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. / firewood burning bright in the dead of winter. / were we broken right from the start? / forgiveness is a lesson he cursed you to learn. / just live what little life your broken heart can. / just live what little life your mended heart can. / darkness exists to make life truly count.
space and time takes violent things, angry things, and makes them kind. / we are infinite as the universe we hold inside. / we may fall in love every time we open up our eyes. / i am desperate, if nothing else. / no one can unring this bell, unsound this alarm, unbreak my heart new. / i am dissonance waiting to be swiftly pulled into tune. / somehow i’ve fallen in love with this middle ground at the cost of my soul. / all of this mess is just my attempt to know the worth of my life. / the night sky once ruled my imagination. / let my change of heart occur. / fault lines tremble underneath my glass house. / there was an avalanche of change. / we laid our names to rest along the dotted line. / we were amateurs at war, strangers to suffering. / another lie from the front lines. / our backs against the wall, we’re surrounded and afraid. / though time is ruthless, it showed us kindness in the end. / a second chance to make amends. / losing track of what we’re fighting for.
a secret under lock and key. / while collecting the stars, i connected the dots. / i don’t know who i am, but now i know who i’m not. / make my messes matter, make this chaos count. / you taught me the courage of stars before you left. / how rare and beautiful it is to even exist. / a stained glass variation of the truth. / stitch by stitch i tore apart. / if brokenness is a form of art i muse be a poster child prodigy. / an open book with a torn out page. / a model citizen of doubt. / i’m pinned under the weight of what i believed would keep me safe. / show me where my armor ends, show me where my skin begins. / the heaviness that i hold in my heart is crushing me.
a little broken, a little new. / the impact and the glue. / some truths are sharper than knives. / truth’s got its sight set on you. / if truth is north, then i am true south. / i set out to rule the world with only a paper shield and a wooden sword. / i bear little resemblance to the king i once was. / i bear little resemblance to the king i could become. / half your heart has yet to come home.
all we held dear was on the line. / my heart reconciled all the darkness and light inside my chest. / i saw the future unfold in silver and gold. / you are grace, you are light. / i can’t keep my head from spinning out of control. / is this what being vulnerable feels like? / i’m only steady on my knees. / i’ll run the risk of being intimate with brokenness. / a thousand fingerprints on the surface of who i am. / let the scaffolding inside of me be strong enough to hold this tired body up. / i was given a gift of hope. /
fall in love in a single touch, and fall apart when it hurts too much. / all i want is to flip a switch before something breaks that cannot be fixed. / pain is a well-intentioned weatherman. / god, i want to feel again. / i am aware of what light tastes like. / like fists unravelling, like glass unshattering. / i’m well aware of the shadows within my heart. / i want to be astonished. / nothing less than a work in progress. / sacred text on post it notes. / the light goes out, my heart goes still.
the calm water in the middle of an anxious sea. / the starting line of an adventure. / the faint outline of the divine. / losing my balance again and again. / each brave step forward, i take three steps behind. / its mind over matter. / a single lose thread and it all comes undone. / in our great sorrow, we learn what joy means. / with a broken heart, transformation begins. / i feel the pressure building until i can’t breathe. / reckless but honest words leave my mouth. / it’s fight or flight. / a last minute man of faith. / kerosene on a flame of doubt. / it’s too late for holy water now.
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