Muse 96: Like Always

found via amanda mason

She carried jars of water from the places she had been. Places of water that mirrored her mind when she got there or at a moment when it seemed as if the waters and her mind coexisted as one. The water was like her brain-fluid, swishing about. Torrid waves and rushing hues of ocean blue. I remember each one, she said. Where they are from and what they are - I mean, what I was thinking about. She put the jars on her window sill. The colors are transparent and the tide is still.

Muse 8: Seas

With her hair wild and the storming sea behind her, she didn't know what to do. The white noise was a static barrier that she couldn't touch, and what she couldn't touch, she couldn't move. Let me take your picture, he had said, only the wind blew so violently that not a single part of her stayed still. And he tried to yell over the cacophonous breaths of the resentful earth, but she was still unresponsive to his requests. So as he settled for the misty colors of the distant oceans and imaginary shores, he let his camera snap. That moment of miscommunication, desertion and failure to reconnect like storybook lovers became the story for the rest of their lives.