Everyone is smiling, feeling great
There is hair filling up the small amounts of space
Bodies crashing into other bodies
Sweat transferring like fingerprints and falling like rain
And our voices, screams, shake the walls
This is what it feels like to live
and not just be alive.
But our bodies will feel heavy, but we will remember how they were light
Our ears will ring, but we will remember the music
Our heads will hurt, and we might not remember
all the faces
all the places
or everything we did
But we were there.
And we were living.Taylor
My friend, Erin, told me to write about our night out, so I did. It really pushed me out of my comfort zone in terms of writing, as it tends to be quite dark or twisted, but I enjoy this poem and the memories it brings