Individuals hanging in a trance swaying with the rhythm of
what they know and what we’ve seen but nothing choreographed or planned but
simple random happenings of life. Moving like the waves of the sea rippling and
clashing together creating one out of many
This is fucking perfect isn’t it man
WHAT???
THIS IS PERFECT
YES IT IS! HAPPY BIRTHDAY BROTHER!
Perhaps we are sisters of mercy and brothers of holy
galaxies, all trancing together in the night running arm in arm and hand in
hand to the horizon or the sun set wherever and whenever it might be:
Running from fears, and tomorrow
Man I gotta go grab another drink and take a piss
WHAT???
ONE SEC
Walking to the bathroom underneath the distorted flashing of
the lights and the sweat and humidity filling every void and every inch of the
room, I look to my right and I couldn’t make out faces but I just see people
and individuals from the world doing what they seem fits, and keeping up with
the noises from the speakers and the drumming into their skulls thru their minds
and into their souls
AND WHAT MIGHT YOUR NAME BE?
She throws her arms around my shoulders and pulls me into
the masses
UH, COLTER, MY NAMES COLTER
IT’S HIS BIRTHDAY!
OH AINT THAT SWELL, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! HOW YOUNG ARE YOU?
IM 21, TODAY
NO .. FUCKING WAY!
SHUT UP, YOU ARE NOT 21!
HAHAHAHA
HE IS
I AM
WELL HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY, LETS DANCE AND LET ME BUY YOU A
DRINK
Alright
And maybe life has no point and maybe we shouldn’t wake up
every morning and instead live in our beds and stare at the ceiling but then
we’d miss the sunsets and sunrises and sure tomorrow might be here too soon or
too late but it’s another story and another thing to see
She pulled my necktie tighter and yanked me towards her to
kiss and smell her perfume, just like I’ve seen in the movies and just like
what she had seen in the movies. It was chaotic romance and brought together by
the swaying of the neon lights above us guiding us to the next move and the
pulsing music keeping us grounded to some kind of reality, some alternate
galaxy or alien planet unknown to me or any man, only the god of that world or
the maker and creator of that, only conceivable in that moment. I didn’t know
then and I’m not sure I totally know now but
The music wrapped us together and the pulsing lights and
pulsing music were moving at their own separate heart beat unconfirmed or known
by anyone else but only myself and her and the dripping souls of the dance
floor moving in and out, it didn’t seem as if there were any others there but
me and this random being interwoven together for the sake of happiness and
tomorrow
LETS GO GRAB YOU THAT DRINK
SURE
COLTERRRRRRRRRRRRR
Oh hey! GOOD TO SEE YOU!!!
HOWS YOUR BIRTHDAY BEEN???
ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC, ONE SEC I’LL BE RIGHT BACK
I looked to my right and she wasn’t there anymore, I
couldn’t even pick her out of the masses while standing on my toes looking out
over all the faces and personalities. Maybe we never danced maybe we never
kissed maybe it was some crazed dream brought on by consumption of spirited
sensations, and romantic yearnings. Well “alright” I thought to myself. I
didn’t know her name and perhaps its better that way and I don’t remember her
face and perhaps it’s easier that way. No bullshit and no thinking but just
pulsing with lights and the music and the drinks in hand, the things that
matter, the things that hold substance and make us forget there is a tomorrow,
and that the sun will set and the moon will rise and vice versa until we don’t
wake with it but only sleep along side the shadows
WHO WAS THAT WOMAN YOU WERE WITH?
I WASN’T WITH ANY WOMAN
OH HAHA ALRIGHT, WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DRINK?
GIN & TONIC!
WHAT?
I’LL BE RIGHT BACK
I went out to have a smoke or just to get out of the crazed
pulsing reverie that I felt like I was in. I walked down a long hallway that
funneled out into the smoke filled city streets. It was a portal between
reality and the outside world swirling around the voids and bounds of the
tomorrow land, and the consistent thumping of the sounds and music
The sisters of mercy and brothers of the holy galaxies
praising the moon god and with ignited eyes setting the stars back into their
sockets, lighting their paths with hopes, dreams, aspirations not thinking of
tomorrow but only for today and the night and the things we don’t see, the
things we don’t predict and the disorderly concoction of beings swaying with
the sounds of life only taking a break to feel the confused cadence of the city
streets
COLTERRRRRRRRRR
Hey!
Where have you been?
Uh just in there, dancing like every one else
Are you having a good time?
Yeah, excellent
Are you drunk enough?
Not nearly
COLTER!!! OH MY GOD!!!
Hey hey!
Hello!
Who were you dancing with? She was beautiful!
She was?
And just then, its funny how life works in the way that it
does sometimes because I saw a beautiful woman walking from whatever heaven had
placed her here, daughter of the dance floor, sister of mercy, cigarette in
hand, pious to the world in every inch of her being from the tip of her toes to
the end of each individual piece of dark hair up to moon throughout the stars
and back here to this sidewalk looking into my eyes and past them.
I’m sorry, but do you have a light?
Yeah, here yah go
You look familiar
I do?
Yeah, you come here often?
This is my first time actually
You’re tie.. it's all messed up
Oh yeah
Here let me just
Thanks
What’s your name?
Colter, and you?
It was her and I knew. She knew too but for some reason she
didn’t want to admit it. I was thinking how stupid it was to give her any
credit for her beauty or attitude, but people are here and they aren’t here.
Some run from tomorrow and some embrace it, she seemed like the type that was
always fleeting, and running to the next spontaneous sentiment.
And that’s fine with me, as I said “alright” to myself one
last time
I drifted down the long hallway back into the pulsing
colorful reverie, back to my sisters of mercy and brothers of the holy galaxies
arm in arm, hand in hand, on an odyssey to fight the morning off.
