Written by R.H.
My brain felt warm and fuzzy, like it was wrapped in cotton wool and soaking in a tub full of bath bubbles. I was swaying in my seat like a gumtree on a windy day.
My mouth was moist and tingly; my eyes were like bottle tops but shrinking and rolling in the back of my head. Then I knew, I knew now, what was later to be quite obvious, it wasn't a bad thing, quite the opposite, I was free.
As the windy feeling fell slowly from my head i started hearing the most beautiful sounds, never heard by 'society'. Its name was Midro and the sounds that came from it, made my body feel like a feight train powered by 20 engines. I feel an arrow hitting a bulleseye. I was perfect in my surroundings, comfortable with where i was. I was in a 'secret society' of people just like me, people who were moving to these sounds in ways that could never be imagined.
There was a thumping bass that controlled my every step; it ran raw, up my spine, told my legs where to go and how to get there. High pitched sirens came from Midro, it was drowning and all around me. We are like puppets to these sounds, ruun like machinery, everyone in time to the beat only stopping to refuel, socialise or show gracious amounts of empathy towards someone. Then i knew, I knew now what was later to be quite obvious, it wasn't a bad thing, quite the opposite, i felt free.
Talking to people as though they were your brother or sister, feeling that you have known them all your life, "Hi, do you and a few of ya mates wanna come to my house for drinks and a bbq tomorrow?" "Sure what's your name?"
This showing that before even knowing one of my fellow puppets we were having lunch together. What we had then and there in our 'society' was more special than anything in our day-to-day lives, it was a place to be yourself, to relax but to 'go off' at the same time.
This placee is home to many of us, and a place where useless judgement and ridicule was no-where to be seen, not one fight, not one quarell. The coming together of people in mass numbers with the same interests and frame of mind produced a scene where love sprung from the darkest corner or friendship would be forever tied.
Lights, they were like angels flashing in and out, like God had personally ordered a flock of doves to grace us with their presence in time and music. Colours that gave more joy than a child's first rainbow, housing more colours and mystic than nature could ever produce, this was our nature, our environment and we cherished it.
Then I knew now what was later to be quite obvious, it wasn't bad, quite the opposite,
I was free.
My brain felt warm and fuzzy, like it was wrapped in cotton wool and soaking in a tub full of bath bubbles. I was swaying in my seat like a gumtree on a windy day.
My mouth was moist and tingly; my eyes were like bottle tops but shrinking and rolling in the back of my head. Then I knew, I knew now, what was later to be quite obvious, it wasn't a bad thing, quite the opposite, I was free.
As the windy feeling fell slowly from my head i started hearing the most beautiful sounds, never heard by 'society'. Its name was Midro and the sounds that came from it, made my body feel like a feight train powered by 20 engines. I feel an arrow hitting a bulleseye. I was perfect in my surroundings, comfortable with where i was. I was in a 'secret society' of people just like me, people who were moving to these sounds in ways that could never be imagined.
There was a thumping bass that controlled my every step; it ran raw, up my spine, told my legs where to go and how to get there. High pitched sirens came from Midro, it was drowning and all around me. We are like puppets to these sounds, ruun like machinery, everyone in time to the beat only stopping to refuel, socialise or show gracious amounts of empathy towards someone. Then i knew, I knew now what was later to be quite obvious, it wasn't a bad thing, quite the opposite, i felt free.
Talking to people as though they were your brother or sister, feeling that you have known them all your life, "Hi, do you and a few of ya mates wanna come to my house for drinks and a bbq tomorrow?" "Sure what's your name?"
This showing that before even knowing one of my fellow puppets we were having lunch together. What we had then and there in our 'society' was more special than anything in our day-to-day lives, it was a place to be yourself, to relax but to 'go off' at the same time.
This placee is home to many of us, and a place where useless judgement and ridicule was no-where to be seen, not one fight, not one quarell. The coming together of people in mass numbers with the same interests and frame of mind produced a scene where love sprung from the darkest corner or friendship would be forever tied.
Lights, they were like angels flashing in and out, like God had personally ordered a flock of doves to grace us with their presence in time and music. Colours that gave more joy than a child's first rainbow, housing more colours and mystic than nature could ever produce, this was our nature, our environment and we cherished it.
Then I knew now what was later to be quite obvious, it wasn't bad, quite the opposite,
I was free.
