Into the night

A rush, glancing from a distance as I drifted away to subconscious. Mate sat still, half wasted. Bodies brushed against mine as I looked for a familiar sight, I let a silent sigh. Crowds of people, bodies moved in rhythm to each other. I saw myself wasted away, a glance none I had. I sat still as the floor was emptied, concoctions of emotions bellowed me. It was loud indeed. Still portraits played in my mind, bodies moving swift as I stood still. Thoughts rushed through my head while the music kept pumping. People, wannabe rock-stars, P. Diddy’s and Britney Spears danced their way through the night. Angels were out to play, devils pouncing all the way. It was melancholic, almost surreal. People met, girls get picked. Alas, the music fades and all that was left was an empty dance floor and bottles waiting to be picked. My mate and I slowly disappeared into the leaving crowd, knowing it wasn’t our night. All faded into silence as we emerged from heterotopia. All was gone. All that was left was a faint memory, naïve to senses of the night. We left alone, no numbers, no hugs and no hurrays. Alas! I remember better days, where the nights were always young, where people came out to play and play they did. I recall very well, senses provoked as we slipped and sipped each others bodily language. All that is left now are merely memories of sweeter days. I long for those time and time again.

….and I can’t fucking post this shit because the fucking net connection is down again. Leftovers for the morning. Fuck!