Muse 97: You'll Save Me Right?

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While I sat, sick in the stomach, with tired eyes, I felt that flicker again. It was like a relapse in time, a shifting in the air and I swear the world in front of me cracked in two. My eyes were seeing things separately instead of as one. It was as if the foundation underneath me had fallen out, ready to suck me in because I didn't want to choose between worlds. There was one where he wasn't dead, but I didn't have her and the other was what I had now, but I didn't want to live with one and not have the other - and then I woke up, snapped to my senses, and everything merged as one again. People think I'm crazy when I tell them that a parallel universe exists. Then I ask them why God gave us two eyes, and there is no answer.

Muse 72: Path

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He entered gently, breaking the shadows into planes. There wasn't much in the room to begin with. A dying chair, a broken piano and the tiles on the floor which were from the 1980s. The landlord seemed to be proud of that fact, vintage, couture artifacts, he had declared, as if those words could make this dingy place any better. Living here was the equivalent of living in a storage room, all he had to do was sit and become one with the furniture. But this was all he could afford. This was all he understood when he remembered that just across the block lived the girl of his dreams. Seeing her was like opening a door into a dark room with nothing but a piano and a broken chair. Then again, to him, the light was a pathway and the shadows stayed out. 

Muse 13: Secret Garden

There is a place everyone wishes they could go to, somewhere secret and unknown, that has a path so they won't get lost. Alice has been there. Peter lives there. It is a land that we have only dreamed of seeing. Lost has myriad implications that will never mean that same thing once; like a fire that cannot be photographed identically. In a frenzy of definitions, I wonder: How can I feel good when I'm lost, on my own, knowing that the only route is a carved direction filled with simplicity. And yet how can I feel so bad when I'm lost, on my own, knowing that no one will ever find me again. The path feels so soft and earthly underneath my feet, where the dirt slowly eats away at my calloused soles to expose the gentle, baby skin. The wet morning dew kissing my sore, blistered red feet is the only thing that can hurt me. I think I will continue running, no matter what "lost" has in store for me.