Spinning around,
everything is blurred.
All I hear is drum beats.
My arms go up
above my head,
and the music takes me
high above the ceiling.
Suddenly,
I’m not dancing in the club.
Suddenly,
I don’t have responsibilities
picking at my conscience.
Suddenly,
I’m just a dancer.
Just me and the drum beats.
Appearance is a joke;
if I can’t see it,
it doesn’t exist.
I giggle,
and continue spinning.
Euphoria, pure euphoria.
A boy bumps into me,
but I just keep dancing,
practically ignoring him
completely.
He attempts to conversate,
but I push him away
and let the beat
be my escape.
