My Taste of Heaven

It was actually a drunk night out. Spoilers.

If I could ever speak of an angel among demons.

A light in the darkness,

Or a flower among thorns.

Only one night.

The most unlikely places, people and circumstances,

But still that one night.

It took me the rest of the weekend to finish feeding off the buzz.

In a dark place in my head,

I found myself in a strange position that night.

I was happy, calm, content, but most of all,

I was free.

I never knew what it was like to be completely released from stress.

It was as if all hell was bearing down on me,

And I could barely breathe.

Time would speed up when I needed it the most,

Yet slow down to a pause when I wanted it gone.

My brain was clouded by negativity.

Problems became crisis,

Ambitions were unrealistic,

Dreams were nightmares.

Nothing was still,

Everything was chaos.

Until they approached me.

It was just supposed to be a night out.

A night to have idle fun.

For me it was a night to remember.

I felt like I had nothing to fear.

The feeling that I could take on the world.

I didn’t care what I did or why.

I could be loud, obnoxious, crazy or stupid.

Maybe all of them.

I spent that night being free of all my problems,

I had nothing to think about,

So didn’t think at all.

I just acted.

I was subject to all kinds of adrenaline that night.

That night meant nothing to them,

But everything to me.

To this day,

It was my little taste of heaven.