
To him it isn't just sound
It's the fluid motion that cascades against a jagged shoreline
With each break of this frothing sea his heart shudders to life
A longing never satisfied
His whole stature will shrink away as the beat fades
And a soft chorus can send a molten eruption coursing through his nerves
Every blood vessel alive again as the heat spreads
Passion
You can see his steady gaze set forward
But his true focus lies behind skin
Sparking dangerously in a mass web of tales that he can't quite find the sounds with which to express the utter devastation
And tears are too simple
Lyrics don't fall away like the coat he wore to hide from the daylight
They parade in the streets of the back alleys he calls home
The melodies that lull him far from consciousness are constructed with every feeling that had ever graced the wrinkles by his eyes
Around his mouth
In his forehead
With his firsts
But if you look close enough you can see them in a faint glimmer from his lips
Waltzing along the way his mouth wraps around each phrase and drawn-out syllable
An effort to hold on to something
Anything that won't sink
Because his dreams are the fog
They rise above the surface gently
As if they never noticed the water at all
And his realities are the currents
Unpredictable and tricky
He doesn't manipulate people
But manipulation slips into the soles of his feet
Stretches out his fingers
Ruffles his hair
It has been so long since a current hasn't pulled him under
The realities and faces and names and places are too unpredictable
And his memories
His memories are the hollow
The weightless
The numbing
About the Creator
Rose Lindsey
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