Muse 114: Karma

Everything comes back. It's not hard to believe. Everything comes back in a full circle and you feel deja vu hit you like an earthquake. Spots like your heart, spots like your pulse, places and parts of a body that were never known to exist suddenly hurt. Either simultaneously, or in sections like orange slices, take it whole or take it to pieces. Where the feelings are the same but could be reversed, where the situation's the same, and somehow I'm still on the suffering end.

I can't complain. This is the only way I'll see you again.

Muse 88: Home

found via yuli.bow

Things weren't so difficult he decided. The country was foreign, but the scenery was breathtaking in that way. He loved how he could look out the window and hear the sounds of people passing. They were so alive, and full of soul. He didn't have to strain and stress over every syllable. The cars seemed to be a different shade than the ones from home - a duller, nostalgic color that was oddly admirable. The man inside that buggy could've been once a general, now enjoying the calm of the day. As he watched the world spin around him, he ate his cereal. Nothing moved too fast or too slow, and this was exactly how he wanted to live.

Muse 55: Zoo

found via m-meow

I felt like an accessory to a collection; not so much a mark on the bedpost or a tally in a long succession of winnings, but something beautiful that would enhance the physical appeal. Moving in the world has never been any different from attending a zoo, a park full of wild animals that don't belong there. This world is a gilded cage. Your world is no different from the rest. The safe gates ease souls into believing that the easy life is behind doors. Silver spoons, forks and knives feed your trapped lips and you have no worry.

Muse 42: the Road

found via joann lee

I've seen the light. It promises something at the end of the tunnel, while I'm searching endlessly, has been just playing me like a fool. Some go all the way, find that gem and let it shine over their world, coating the greys with yellow light. I'm traveling this road, and I see the light. I've felt it tickle my skin and beckon me to the end of the tunnel to be saved. I've been in the light. The feeling of stepping into the whiteness is like the feeling of being salvaged from a shipwreck. Pieces of you are picked up, fixed and mended because they think you are broken, but it's just the experience. It's all apart of the experience, and I don't want it erased. I've seen the light, but the night has won. I will stay on the Road. The night has won.