Midnight Pulse
Nov 28, 2019
1 min read
Updated: Mar 2, 2020
We sped forward in rewind
Accompanied by neon splashes over the glass
Then with windows down; heads cocked out;
We tasted the coolness of the night
With our eyes shut
Lids glued like palms in a salvation prayer—tightly
And then, the tranquil wind poured right in!
To bathe our souls and the feelings we patrol…
The Full Moon shone brighter in recognition from up above
Successfully waking up its lover hiding in some nook of our spirit
And we gawked skyward,
Hypnotically
In a trance that till date pulsates
Your description of the “Midnight Pulse” really struck a chord with me. It reminded me of the night I spent alone on a rooftop in the city, watching the streetlights flicker below while the sky turned a deep indigo. The hum of distant traffic mixed with the occasional siren created a rhythm that felt almost musical, like the beat you mentioned in the piece https://ndh.org.au/ I found myself breathing in sync with that low, steady thrum, feeling both isolated and oddly connected to the world around me. There was a moment when a stray cat slinked across the railing, pausing to stare at the horizon, and I felt a sudden surge of curiosity about where all those hidden stories were…
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