daylight crashes through my bedroom windows slowly pouring over the messy arrangement of hollow bottles and passed out friends my aching head reminds me of the lights and wonders of the steady night before us talking about everything imaginable the full moon lighting our escapade shining on us frolicking, hand in hand arriving and leaving, one scene to the next flies by in frames, imprinting into memories new twisted faces in these same gray places looking to mix all our troubles unanimously on a dance floor of collective misery thinking that our agitations will evaporate from the heat our bodies rubbing together dance my darlings, we move to feel alive
This was really descriptive and nailed human emotion really well. Reminds me of some guys I knew in high school. "We move to feel alive"--don't we all. It's hard for me to review this well (due to my loner's code I don't have much experience with parties) but I do know this accurately portrays one. Even moreso, it portrays the dark mornings after them.
Wow...I love this. It has a sensual feel, and yet could be something more like a need to feel alive. A need to experience and to experience with others. Great ability to capture the motion and emotion with words. :)
OMG! i love the pic ;) the Rat Pack is awesome..I also love how you describe each little event and feeling as you wake. The emotion is so well communicated here and I can really feel everything in this.
Great write :)
A nice traverse into the subject of escapism, the kind of escapism that borders on addiction. I see that in this work, like a man or woman is dangerously close to that precipice, the one the dragon begs them to jump over.
"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..