I stood there last night.
In the middle of the dancefloor,
surrounded by thousands of dancing bodies. Their movements were spuratic, but all in unison with the beat.
The music touched me.
I felt the bass thumping into the very depths of my soul. I felt the vibrations rising up from my feet through my body, examining my every thought, my every feeling, my every dream.
I came alive.
I felt things I'd never felt before, I dreamed dreams I had never dared to dream before.
I felt the music around me; Gathering me up into it's warm comforting grasp. I no longer moved *to* the music, I moved *with* the music and the music moved with me.
I felt passion flowing freely from everyone around me.
I am excepted. I am loved.
This is it, This is where I belong.
PLURR Forever
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***Why Drink And Drive When You Can Smoke And Fly?***
[This message has been edited by *MEG* (edited 04 July 2000).]
[This message has been edited by *MEG* (edited 04 July 2000).]
In the middle of the dancefloor,
surrounded by thousands of dancing bodies. Their movements were spuratic, but all in unison with the beat.
The music touched me.
I felt the bass thumping into the very depths of my soul. I felt the vibrations rising up from my feet through my body, examining my every thought, my every feeling, my every dream.
I came alive.
I felt things I'd never felt before, I dreamed dreams I had never dared to dream before.
I felt the music around me; Gathering me up into it's warm comforting grasp. I no longer moved *to* the music, I moved *with* the music and the music moved with me.
I felt passion flowing freely from everyone around me.
I am excepted. I am loved.
This is it, This is where I belong.
PLURR Forever
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***Why Drink And Drive When You Can Smoke And Fly?***
[This message has been edited by *MEG* (edited 04 July 2000).]
[This message has been edited by *MEG* (edited 04 July 2000).]