The Runaway Muse

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A personal blog

Coffee black and egg white

Watch this.

Filed under: Photography

The art of being

Let’s put on hoodies and
walk beneath the stars
talking about anything
or nothing at all—
let’s just simply be.
Let’s make clouds with our
breath, and go nowhere
at all, because none of it
matters.
Let’s smile in the dark, and
listen to our footsteps as
they lose themselves to the
night.
Let’s pretend we’re the only ones
to hear the crickets sing
as they make cricket love
beneath the stars.
Let’s walk and talk and
forget about time,
because tonight is too fleeting to
miss.

Filed under: Poetry

And life goes on

Turning, always turning
on the same old wheel
with the same old people
drowning in ignorance
but not always bliss.
Shutting their ears to the
screams all around them,
blocking them out with
jingles from commercials and
the Top Ten.
Everyone has settled
like dust on a shelf
to wrinkle
and wither
and wane
into the living sleep of
mediocrity.

Filed under: Poetry

About the girl


Christina. 18. College student. Lover of words, sublime images, fat books and skinny jeans. Dislikes melting snow, the color pink, and procrastination.

This blog is an outlet for my jumbled thoughts. Thank you for stopping by.

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