Its time to come undone.
The music rocked through my body, making my heart beat at a rate that seemed almost unbelievable. The bass made me knees tremble and the pounding never ending. I danced like I had no cares in the world, and the truth was that I didn't. That night I was living life for myself, i put all of my worries and stresses to the back of my mind on post it notes that I'd remember to forget about until the early morning. As I danced a pair of hands found my waist, holding me tightly against his body as we moved to the beat that blasted through the speakers. Passionate kisses and stolen whispers in darkened corners made up the spare time we found upon our hands, "Nothing else matters. Not tonight." He whispered. We were soaring: as high as kites, surrounded by the smell of cheap cider and cigarettes.
That night I knew that nothing else mattered than how I felt towards my life and those in it. I knew that as long as I was happy I should keep doing what I was doing, that no-one could stop me when I was flying this high. I knew that letting go of my insecurities and troubles meant I was free and happy, and learnt that its okay to let go. I was free of my chains and I felt so full of life and energy and was urging to share it with those around me. That night I came undone, realising the full potential life held for me.
I don't know if this will make sense, but its been playing on my mind, writing about it that is.
That night I knew that nothing else mattered than how I felt towards my life and those in it. I knew that as long as I was happy I should keep doing what I was doing, that no-one could stop me when I was flying this high. I knew that letting go of my insecurities and troubles meant I was free and happy, and learnt that its okay to let go. I was free of my chains and I felt so full of life and energy and was urging to share it with those around me. That night I came undone, realising the full potential life held for me.
I don't know if this will make sense, but its been playing on my mind, writing about it that is.
Passionate kisses and stolen whispers in darkened corners made up the spare time we found upon our hands, "Nothing else matters. Not tonight."
My goodness Sarah, I wish I could write like you passionate kisses and stolen whispers I would love to write a song with that title >.<
Too bad you thought of it first D:
hollywood tragedy., May 25th, 2009 at 05:24:57pm