My heart swelled as the goths shouted in unison- Hey! Hey! To Arabian nights by Siouxsie. I’m excited, realizing that this feeling is the kernel to include in my writing that will be my connection with the  cosmos. That “aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh” god glow, heart swell sensation that is all encompassing. The climax of a song. A man gasping after a moment he didn’t think he’d survive in the sea. The feeling to be head over heels in love & they like you back. She’ll give you a shot & touches your hand. 

I’m so lonely I’ve dreamt lately of various people I know touching my arm or hands & I pulsate. That fucking glow, mate. The heartbreak of opera. Grunting so hard to overcome a man in a fight but losing. A crusty nugget of defeat. 

Fuck it all in a hand basket & send it up the river. On fire. 

We’re back on top of the mountain in all its glory.  We may be falling at 9.8 meters per second but the view from up here is incredible. From an eagle’s view above it all, soaring. The wind. Fuck yeah, the wind like a glorious epiphany of a guitar solo as the laser lights shine & the goths dance & spin. That feeling. Hang on to that shit. Anything is possible. Off the bench & into the rally. Scream without a word. Pierce them. Drown in the ocean soaked in salt. Soar above all.