the sea surges beneath the pier I feel the subtle rocking of the weathered wood as it creaks in slow surrender to the tremulous tide I am reminded how powerless I was amidst the swirls and eddies of your fathomless kiss.
the sound is tangible, thick in the air pressing into every open space filling it with the sweet vibration of melody.
I raise my gaze to the blazing hot amber lights and throw my head back feeling beads of sweat trail down the back of my scalp into the collar of my shirt
note after note is ripped from my chest I squeeze my lids shut and I feel where the music wants to go - where it needs to go where I helplessly follow. forever enthralled in the throes of song
exhaustion in the creases of my collar fatigue in my carelessly tied shoes sleeplessness in slowed speech stretched to translucence my heart simply ceases to beat
we are all broken in one way or another, are we not? in varying states of disrepair we gather ourselves up, shard by jagged shard piecing together a new likeness of ourselves - fractured then mended each time a lifetime of reconstructed hearts.