So here I am, writing about you before I've even taken my shoes off. I am crazy, insane, like everything inside of me is still dancing and my heart is still pounding and the music is still reverberating around inside my skull. I'm not connected to myself, but to something more infinite--the fluid world, the wind that whips leaves through night air, the rapids pulling and sweeping away anything and everything, the movement of hips charged by dancing lights. I am energy. I am lightning piercing clouds and illuminating fireworks tenfold. I don't think, I don't question. I just move. I just want.

Under blinding lights and around beats loud enough to wreck all eardrums in their path, I have figured it out--the simplicity of it. Who needs to think when they can just FEEL?
And guess what?
I want the feeling of you.