The figures dance- some slow, some faster than others.

The bodies grind against each other while others move lonesome, their bodies radiating heat, their souls radiating complete bliss.

They move with the passion of a storm, high and urgent.

A thundering roar emamnated from the crowd while electricity runs through their veins. 

And I, one of the many in the crowd, in that passionate storm, am dancing with those many souls.

I am FREE; free of negativity, the criticism, the HATE.

I feel no sorrow, no sadness, yet somehow I feel it all.

I feel the burn in my thinghs, I hear myself laughing with joy, I smell the thick perfume and colognes in the air that if I open my mouth and take it in I could practically taste it. And my eyes burn, not only from the slick sheen of sweat clinging to my skin that snakes into my eyes, but of the crowds fiery bright auras all around me.

They all have different flames. Some purplr and blue: while others are red and orange.

Yeat we all have the same thing in common: we all relieve our pain by dancing, by forgetting today and dreaming of a better tomorrow...

I am dancing, moving,forgetting, and remembering all at the same time.

And it feels great.