let this drink wash away all of my sins. i am twisting, and convulsing to the beat. all i see around me are scattered blurs of color, indistinct faces in the crowd. i am no longer a part of this world, i am somewhere too far away to imagine, to beautiful to comprehend. i love you, my partners in crime, my dancing, singing, screaming counterparts. now we’re having confession in a candlelit booth, near the back of the bar. eventually, i become invisible out on the floor. will the music ever tell me? is the explanation at the bottom of this bottle of champagne? is somebody gonna let me know: if i’ve already been to heaven, and I’ve already been to hell,
i had a dream last night. we ran through the woods, and we slept on the water’s edge. the air was thick, and hot, but there was no where else we’d rather be. we made a fire, but i never took my eyes off of you. i never stopped smiling, not even for a second. it was just like the good old days, but better. it was the night we never got to share. we jumped in the creek, and held ourselves just above the surface. i wanted to slip under, i wanted my lungs to fill with the water. i never wanted to wake up. i would throw everything away to have this dream come true, and nothing hurts more than knowing that cannot happen. so i will dream, this dream, for many nights to come, and i will hope, that by some stroke of fate, by some mysterious force, that you.. may dream of me as well.
it is no longer a simple task, nor has it been for quite a while now. the body wants, what the body wants. it is hard to say no to what your finger tips crave. it is hard to say no to the loss of feeling, or to the overabundance of it.