That noise.
That noise again.
Chirping up from down below.
Again, again.
Offering hope, forcing a smile.
I reach down and silence it.
I embrace it and fall for its promise.
That noise.
My fingers slide across it's skin, opening up new feelings, new ideas.
It shivers with excitement as I touch it in all the right places.
Soon enough, there it is.
It shows itself.
All I've been waiting for, hoping for, longing for,
Revealing itself from behind it's glittering cloak.
The way it looks changes everything and I accept I'm shallow when it comes to my perception.
My perception changes, everything changes.
There it is.
I see clearly what before was just potential.
My hopes come crashing to the ground on which I stand.
The pieces spring back up and cut me again as I remain motionless.
I tell myself I deserve it.
I tell myself it's my fault.
My smile changes it's motive.
I return the messenger before I shoot it, wading through the rippling sea of broken wants.
Broken ideas.
The sound of the tide not so soothing now.
It laps up on to me and I let it.
I let it soak me as I wait,
Wait for the beginning of something new.
Something new brought about by something old,
That noise.
That noise again.
Ahh, poetry.