ecstasy

oh do you remember the time when we were all clustered up like a pack of salmons on the dance floor? sweat was trickling off our noses, but we didnt care. Back to back, butt to butt, arms swinging wildly in the air; nothing mattered but the moment itself. Our vision was in a blur, all we could see was flashes of light, and more flashes, blue, red, the best were the white ones. Music blasting into our ears. Maybe we were all secretly glad that we could not hear each other over the noise. Cover up, cover up. Envelope me. Hide me. For once im not alone. Its US now, not Me. But when the lights come on, and the blinding glare tears our eyelids apart - inevitably, every dream has a waking-up point. But its the waking up that makes us appreciate the dream.

The memory of what it was like to be part of the pack sticks under your eyelids like stubborn grit. So that whenever you blink - you're reminded.
I think that's cruel. Once you've experienced the pleasure - and lost it - you'd desire it again wont you? the feelings, rahhh, the sensations. the drug like ecstasy. that flirtish tingling under your skin.
you walk around with a burden in your heart. But the dream wont come to you again. So you learn to live with the memories.