Muse 104: Photographs

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Everyone is secretly a stalker, a mirror watcher that keeps their gaze in the corner of their eye. Everyone is afraid of what comes around unexpectedly. Mirrors and photographs are our eyes - we watch the world in our own perspective, with our own lens, but we forget the eyes that look back at us. Those are the ones that see us for who we are, the ones that notice our flaws as closely as a magnifying glass, making us scrutinize ourselves more than we should. So the flaws get larger and larger when they've started out as nothing at all, because we forget that mirrors and photographs are our perspectives and not all eyes have 20/20.

Muse 1: Broken Keys

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They droningly plunked with a tune like broken teeth, like broken teeth. I don’t think I ever noticed that they were out of tune, out of tune; I just noticed they were brown and crooked - kind of like yours after you started smoking, cussing. Truthfully, touching this piano may be the closest I will ever get to your drugged, dead lips.

365 Musings

Starting from yesterday, I’m going to find a picture that inspired me to write a short blurb - no more than one paragraph long. This is going to be a writing practice for me so that I won’t lose my creativity and become irrelevant/redundant. I’ll post them here, but maybe I’ll post them in a blog so that they’re all archived in one spot. I’ll tag them as 365Muses is anyone ever want to look at only them.