Ocean Missing-Musings

Midnight oceans hide more in their depths than dare be fathomed.

People come in waves... they ebb, flow, and crash-thrash against the rocks of Time. I sometimes marvel at the tumultuousness of appearances: the erratic splish-splosh cameos on any given Sunday. (Or Monday, for that matter.) What signal-beams am I sending out that magnetize, ignite, cauterize, stigmatize these Others...? If only I knew. Another layer of awareness to sift-shift, and sniff through. Stifle, silence, subdue... it's usually unintentional... But now I am tired, nearly weary, and somewhat wary of it all, *them* all, everything/one besides an Inner Circle that, for the most part, is very very distant. So instead I ache, and whimper-whine a bit in the direction of a black moon who proffers more comfort than any white-bright night-light hyped SuperSized SuperMoon. Because really? I like the Dark. I like the Shadows. The slink, the murk, the mossy-mayhem that hide-resides all that goes "BUMP...shhh...". Goodnight.