Knocks on the door; burst up! Who could be lingering at this hour, when only the sleepless rule the streets, and the rest are just in waiting? Moonlight was the only pathway for creeping, when familiar poundings set the pace; the beat that sparked when unfortunate circumstances loomed. Peeking out past shades of despair into the vastness of the streets, a figure emerged (the sketchiest of all), waiting for permission to sale propaganda. Although, the thought of spontaneous company after a quiet night seemed appealing, anxiety over visits from the past poured forth leaving voluntary movements disabled. Standing in the shadows with just hints of what the outside would bring, tumbling thoughts discarded motives for either submitting to or relinquishing the guest. It was wrong. It was indecent. It was explicit. It was everything that was wanted and nothing that was needed. The beat pounded through thin and thick walls, rattling even the sturdiest of cages. The vigorous rhythm left its inhabitant shaken and silently screaming “Go away and never come back. No more. None of it. None!”

No matter what effort was put into pushing everything and nothing away, it always seemed to be around the corner, haunting every movement, thought, or speech. A little pecking in the back of the head, a melody that echoed in every hallway, a breeze silently sweeping in to chill the spine; it was a part of something now.

Knock, knock. Something jolted to action, peeking around, looking for what would seem to be out of place. A template of normalcy was all that was needed to be a part of this world. Such a naive thought for something that had nothing and everything and nothing and everything again. Balance life because isn’t that all we are trying to do anyway. Why was there no realization that sometimes when the world’s scales are leveling out, a chunk will fall off the tray or from the sky? The weight of the world really gets tested when both of these events happen simultaneously, and one must roll with the changes or drown in the tide.

It was such like a drug. A shimmering light in a world of deceit that suggested we can maybe see through the blurry haze that is reality. A tingling body buzz that intensified with interaction and lingered, sometimes too long and sometimes not long enough. A dynamic dual of beauty and beastly instincts that left only the strong with tales of success. A residual curiosity that changed every view possible of the world, but kept the user coming.