The Life We Le(a)d
Unknown to the children,
the adults played too.
They ran
and drank
and danced
beneath orange suns
and yellowing Cajun moons.
They laughed
and offended
and loved
and experienced themselves
and freely enjoyed one another
and all that their environment had to offer.
Their flaws,
buried with intent
but raised closer to the surface with every toast,
were exposed
and released
and set ablaze to belligerent screams
before being drowned out
by the music of the clubs
they stumbled into.
And once the music had stopped
they simply talked.
Words and thoughts
were slurred and not lucid
but emotions and intent
were laid before those
with whom they interacted
as offerings of their purest intent.
I love these nights.
I sometimes regret my behavior
but I love these nights.
the adults played too.
They ran
and drank
and danced
beneath orange suns
and yellowing Cajun moons.
They laughed
and offended
and loved
and experienced themselves
and freely enjoyed one another
and all that their environment had to offer.
Their flaws,
buried with intent
but raised closer to the surface with every toast,
were exposed
and released
and set ablaze to belligerent screams
before being drowned out
by the music of the clubs
they stumbled into.
And once the music had stopped
they simply talked.
Words and thoughts
were slurred and not lucid
but emotions and intent
were laid before those
with whom they interacted
as offerings of their purest intent.
I love these nights.
I sometimes regret my behavior
but I love these nights.