Bloc Party
Bloc Party was more than i'd even hoped it would have been. Perfection. The night of my life thus far happened last night. A taste of the future, and it couldn't have been sweeter. Im not going to try and describe it, because it's indescribable, and to even make an attempt would destroy what it is in my mind. I didnt want to leave, but there wasn't anything else we could do, and besides, anything longer and i would have suffered intense heart failure. That was where i wanted to be, and everything was perfect. Rides worked out fine, we were there with the right people in the right place, and at the right time. That was how it should have been, and that's how it will always be. It was our night, love, it was our night. I expected nothing less than to ride throughout the rest of the week on the crest of the sonic wave. My ears are still ringing, but i wouldn't care even if they bled. Because i know that these ears heard every word, my lips sang every word, my eyes saw every movement that was ever made, and my body felt the motions. I danced like i've never danced, sand until my throat was raw and my voice was gone, and still i kept on. I honestly could not have asked for one single thing more. The rest of the week was to be nothing but a container, a medium through which i would travel through until its time to leave. I was happy, it made me so fucking happy.
And then i came home. To reality. Yeah.
Goodnight.
And then i came home. To reality. Yeah.
Goodnight.