When the beating thrum
of music
drives your soul
when the crowd
presses in upon you
wildly free
when the heat of
him
in the moment
catches you off guard
everything is right.
Friday, May 15, 2009
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3 comments:
True that! XD
You just made me think of the days when parties used to be held in big halls and glass pavilions... full with the rush of sweaty, utterly blissful teens letting the music overtake them as the night wore on :D I miss those days ^_^
This dance is going to be in the gym... I dunno if that counts as a big hall or not...
The gym is usually where these things are held anyhow XD
The glass pavilion thing was when I went for some college program. It's basically the same idea :)
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