Your average Saturday night…10pm.

Spinning around you bounce off the walls, immersed in the adrenaline and captivated by the release of energy spilling out from your very being. Your whole being. The very essence of what makes you, you, is apparent. The pull of the sounds keeps pumping around, you move. Up, down, this way that way, a whirl wind of emotions embraces you making your senses heightened to the point where they cannot be heightened anymore. You sense EVERYTHING. You are EVERYTHING. Alive...you dance. 

You feel, you see, you hear, you move, you taste, you touch, you love, you learn, you live. Everything is now, everything is here, everything is happening in this one moment. You are this moment. You think. Don’t think. DO! You breathe, and as you breathe you feel the oxygen rushing through your lungs spurring you on and making you want to go further, making you want to continue.

Six hours and you are still going. The sun sets, the sun rises and you’re still going. It keeps you going, don’t crash yet, you can’t crash yet! Hold your head up, hold your head up high. Push on, move on, move around, push on and feel yourself feeling the music until suddenly BOOM - you hit the wall. Stop. No, don’t stop, move. Carry on, spin, swirl, jump, bounce until BOOM - it hits you again. You’re quickly falling, you’re crawling even. You hit the floor, you spin around and you hit the floor, you fall, you crash, you finish, you’re finished. You’re through. You leave hoping that someone will leave with you. They do, it’s over, you’re home. Sleep now, sleep.

Morning. Still spinning, but this time its the room and not you. You rise, you fall. Nothing moves. You try to rise again. You fall again. Eventually you rise, you slowly attempt to make some form of warm beverage and cooked bread. You drink, you eat. You struggle. The hours seem to speed by with no real effort and no real achievement from your part. You read only the messages from the night before, you cringe. You look at only the photo’s from the night before, you cringe. Everything is still, you are still. Nothing changes for hours, apart from the feeling in the pit of your stomach. One of sickness and also one of dread as the memories return with no real conclusion. No real answer. You send new messages, you receive answers.

You sit, you watch, you rise, quicker this time. You drink. Water is your new best friend. Water is your only friend. You drink. The hours past by and the evening soon arrives. Finally it’s time, time for the end of the day, to end. It happens, its here. Its over. You sleep.     

End.