Train of Thought: Cravings

Grappling with wanting it all at once

A snippet of the trains of thought that have inhabited my mind as of late.

On grappling with my cravings.

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I’m craving solitude.

Time lost to the waves and seaside skin that melts.

The stillness of some far off and foreign land in the middle of the week.

That space where my mind quiets to let my words roam free, coming to surface in the way they only do when I’m away.

A desolate and entirely liberating escape, the kind that bursts me open, sheds me from the facade, and fills me with life.

And all at once.

I’m craving companionship.

A connection that makes time stop and makes my skin shiver.

That which encompasses me under the warmth of crisp white sheets on a weekend morning.

A love so loud it echoes through me, writing itself with a quiet knowing. Undeniable and unwavering.

That sense of wholeness, the one that rids me from my past and fills me with the wonder of what could be.

All at once.

I wonder if there’s a world where the connection can leave space for my solitude.

Where time stills and disappears altogether.

A place where my words flow from the quiet, yet are simultaneously magnified by the uproar of love.

Where that wholeness is liberating in itself. Opening me up to all of life and all of my future.

Where the two lives I crave so deeply can converge into one.

A prayer for a life that lets both breathe, all at once.

Yours,
Melody