Fleeting moments sending people running through the trees as the embers of the fire scatter with our own passions The lights sweeping the way in which we once belonged and will return to in their absence. Through the river, light and drunk thrilled with each and every escape, new acquaintances are made and old ones are brought to the board for transition. To a higher state of mind the commission brings us closer.
I'm drunk, I'm sorry, but I want to remember this when I'm not.