a few words about saturday night...
we were a mess. a beautiful writhing mess of happy monsters. we bared our teeth and pushed through the bodies, always wanting the music closer, to feel it seeping through our skin and scratching against our bones. we twirled and span and jumped and ran away from anything that could hurt us. we breathed in the night and it tasted so sweet. the sugary residue of those happy memories lingered through the dawn.
and as the cold morning light sliced through our consciousness, the happy monsters made their way home.