Last night I was surrounded by beautiful individuals with flamboyant fairy lights above my head.
I was listening to young people play music about the lives they want to live
and the unrealistic dreams churning inside of them that has to be grasped with both hands for their desires not to escape.
The youth were having conversations too monstrous for their young brains to handle while they were leaving their bottles on pavements which were drunken at high speed for their brain to quickly change into a machine that does not care all too much about the actions that they carry out.

And thats when your face became present in the silly mind of mine.
That is when I could start to feel your hands run down my ribcage and your breath starting to become present through my aching ear drums.
All I could do was sit.
And all I could do was stare.
Stare at the the people moving on with their lives while I sat focused on that one day.

On that one night.

When you loved me back.