17/03/2019
For three seconds.
For three seconds there were no parents, no school, no problems, no life. But strangely... I felt alive.
I was alive and for the first time in so long I was glad.
I was not moved by uncontrollable emotions or the heat of the moment.
I was not moved moved by alcohol or drugs or medication I took randomly. I was moved by the music, the people, the laughter around me and yes, maybe a little bit of champagne.
But specially, my body was moving by my own simple will of doing so.
And not just me. Everyone lost their everything for a while. There was no age, no sense of time, no tomorrow.
It was us and the music.
We partied like it was 3012 to songs I loved and didn't even remember they existed.
I haven't danced outside of my room ever since the jazz, Mamma Mia days. And yes I danced that night, but that's the thing. That was not me.
I went all the way back to run too fast, too forward.
But right then and there I met myself halfway.
And God ... It felt amazing, I felt amazing.
Lately everything has been just so heavy and yes, I have a breath of fresh air now and then but this was nothing like it.
I didn't just inhale deeply and then fell, like I do over and over again.
I took the deepest breath I have ever had.
I haven't been myself and to be honest I hate the person I have been.
I know it was not three seconds, it was three days.
But do you know how everyone says that what is too good ends too fast?
I was happy.
I was free.
I was myself.
Even if only for three seconds.
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