Tejon

When the lights are bright and the music is loud, the world just seems right. Like when you are proud of who you are, something you did… it just fills your soul. It makes you want to move out of place. Do something you have never done before. Be someone that you think you can’t. Love someone you know you shouldn’t. Touch a part of your soul that is covered in dust. The loud music thumps my spirit alive. Making me smile, remembering what happiness feels like. The shifting wood beneath my feet tells stories of days and years of happy times. The coldness of the glass on my fingertips tells stories of words, actions, and thoughts that nobody should ever dare to know. The taste of the liquid sends tingles down my spine, and energy into my body. Pulling me towards the entity I could never be without aid. Touch is almost always met in this place. Whether it be from a stranger brushing my arm, or a friend placing a hand on my back. Touch that sets my heart on fire. Touch that my spirit yearns for all day and night. Just the touch from anyone that cares, that doesn’t care, that doesn’t know me. The wonder of who that person might be or what they want for out of life. The touch of a person that is attracted to me, the touch of a long time friend. It is in this place I feel happy. It is in this place so many don’t understand that it completes my need for adventure and for love. Moving in this place, I feel I am home.