Anight:comingdown

The six of us walked out into the cold morning air in silence with the night’s events traveling through our hearts. It was morning, but the sun hadn’t even begun to rise as if it too was holding on to night, holding off brightness for the rest of us. The city was in some sort of transition; everyone was slow, shuffling on, ghostly. I had forgotten about the world in those hours, and it seemed as maybe everyone else had too. There were stars in the sky and they knew just as I did that this moment somehow was bigger than any other.

We were six bound to each other, and everything between us. There was nothing to be spoken about nor anything to be quiet about. We were pure, jagged, ethereal. My focus wasn’t on anyone in particular, but on everyone, the group, the stars, the universe. I felt innumerably connected, and yet, at the same time, wildly alone. A lonesomeness that brought joy and excitement because it was accompanied by a realization that no one will know me better than myself.

It was as we were all coming down that I understood the boredom of happiness and began to relish in the excitement of emotions erratic. A time of reflection on an evening that varied through it all, brought us there and back again, took a piece me away, or maybe, placed something entirely foreign inside me. The world was expansive, harsh and in a way, I controlled it all.

I want to go crazy! Live at the will of experience. I want to take everything in and become a part of it, let anything define me. Scream, run, stay, live! Do it because I can, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll like it. Live dammit, and don’t forget it!