Melody

Melody.

There is a certain flow, a melody if you will that overcomes me once in a while; where the words are trickling down this rabbit hole of a mind and a certain symphony comes into a crescendo.  By no means am I implying that I am some "genius' when it comes to the art of writing. Merely acknowledging that this is a place where I find myself time and time again coming on and jotting down whatever ramblings are coherent enough to out live me. 

Midnight strikes and the sleepless nights roll on; the hunger of the melody plays on. Taunting me to out run, to out stay, to simply be out; the crashes of mindless wanders and exposure leaves the skin vulnerable and defenseless. The salt creeps inside the smallest of openings, enticing and stinging the sores which have been left out for too long. The light shines upon the pores and highlights imperfections the dark has so perfectly conceal from the outside world.  The night becomes the day, the moon and the sun exchange greetings before swapping places, the porcelain surfaces that have wiped clean are striked with the sun's beams. This is the complexion, this is the reveal, this the intimacy we crave and shy away from - the contact, the senses gone rabid and finally fully immersed. Hunger increases, melody plays louder- bang bang goes the sound. Ding Dong tolls the bell, the logic and the sanity have been casted out into the roars of the mighty sea. Left we are, standing upon the low tide of the beach. Vulnerable, with imperfections marking the years. Standing between midnight and morning, sunlight and moonshine, we are the loneliness within our souls. The sting of the pain, the savory of the moment, the climax of life,....the end.