Live
The dreamers who do not live their dreams.
The thumping beat of base
mixed with the fast rythem of techno.
The flashing colors and lights.
The heat of bodies filling one room.
The playful laughter of friends.
The rush and the calm.
The fun of perverted thoughts and jokes.
The excitement of "naughty" games.
The movement of bodies to music.
The sweet and crunchy snacks.
This is the moment I was free.
This is the moment I could live.
This moment was the celebration
of another year I have spent alive.
Hear me speak and Listen well mortal
soul and dreamer of things best
forgotten. Embrace your life,explore
It like myself.One never knows what day
will be their last.
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I like to write poetry and random stuff about my day.
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