Trying to figure out how to survive one more crowded night out. Thinking of nice places while paddling the bicycle through the woods by the river. The darkness of the road competes with the darkness of the soul. The lights try to overcome the nights nature and help me arrive on time.
Minutes later I am there. I am at this temple of fun and ecstasies. Young, empty and imagining the freedom. Manipulating with time and reality, both very important to presume the existence of me here, of you there. Once again here I am, standing at the burning point of celebration. A celebration meaningless as the world around me at this moment of life.
Have fun they said, be young, let yourself out. Feeling the spirit of my generation wondering around and believing in the Gods of carelessness. I am true to myself, but still the urge to feel the belonging to a community gives my soul a hard time.
The sequence of my thoughts was broken by some loud laughs and pushing while I was going through the masses of drunk youngsters. I stopped to take a brake and give the music a chance. Is this music? Are this electronic beats a creation of arts and emotions? Music itself should give me a feeling of security and love, hug me with its melody, enchant me with its lyrics well combined with some background story and rich harmonies. Sell me the message of the artists senses and philosophy.
I drained in my insecurity. I froze up. My eyes were searching you in the big hall in front of the main stage. Maybe you went out for a smoke. And there were you. A message on my app. A digital, non material form of you. This annoying beep was the most harmonic beat that night. And the main culprit for the silly smile on my face.
It wasn't worth more to be a part of this parade called festival. I picked myself up. Found the way out. Rode on my bicycle but this time the darkness wasn't fighting against the darkness of the girls soul, and the lights had help from the blinking screen which lighted up by your messages.
Midnight. My room, my bed, and my phone. You by my side.
The next festival already began.
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