Entwined

Music thrums through your veins as you drive too fast down a too straight road. Your bestfriends sing badly around you, but everyone's too drunk, too high to care. Your vision dances and everyone laughs when you pull up in your driveway and spill out of your car like ants from a hill. Tripping over each other and slapping backs as you all stumble up the steps. These people are part of you, separate people with hearts beating to the same time. You know who's afraid to be left alone at night and who has to stop after a couple beers; and they know you too. Like the back of their hands. Souls tied so tight you'd unravel if someone went missing. You blink, then pause. You know where you belong.