I walked in to that nightclub…now there’s an interesting word… and I just wanted to dance my troubles away. And if you ask me that again, I’ll tell you a different answer.
I wasn’t expecting to run into him. I never do. Another of the many men I have wanted to give my heart, or at the very least, my head to, only to have him decline. His text had read “Romeo, Romeo, whereforeart thou? Romeo must die.” That’s an actual quote by the by.
Looking across the dance floor, watching the giant mirrored ball shatter the dark and smokey room, I could see him and a few people in the back bar.
Leaning on the tiled pillar, I was alone. In a crowded room. How cliche.
Not interested in joining them, knowing full well that the handsome man who had just walked past me brought narcotic candies with him, I laughed a little to myself.
Fucking reindeer games, I’m sick of being good, I thought for a second. Fuck it. Pause, think, think, think… God, I’m so sick of myself.
“Save me from the bondage of self that I may better do thy will” floated through the air so clear I could almost see it in the haze.
I slammed the bottle of water I was holding onto the closest table so hard it bounced and hit the dance floor with a determined, furious step. I pulled my tshirt over my head and raised my hands above my head. I could feel the music racing through me. The words echoed in my ears, racing around my head like comet around the sun:
“How can there be no love
No feelings of passion too
The way we were dancing love
How could it be untrue
We danced the night together
Until the morning light
Baby do you remember
The music was in our eyes… we were unexpected lovers”
And I danced and tried to catch the lights with my hands and reflect them with my heart back out into the Universe.
Johnny, why don’t you remember me, why don’t you remember…I feel love, I feel love, love, love!
“You can’t run from love, you can’t run….”