So I started this as a short story and it gradually
Music pounds angry beats,
Neon lights entrap me in a current
Of the same old events that will still be crucial in time.
Despite hazy accounts
Relying on the percentage.
Unknowingly, I am invited
To listen, understand, live,
The ego-filled insults,
Screams of offense,
Witches cackling with laughter.
Enemies, frenemies, ex's and
Streaky tangerine legs congregate
In a mass of sweet-smelling green and perfumes,
Savoury alcohols and sweaty humidity.
I inhale the cloudy air
Letting my lungs inflate with poison,
My mind wander higher.
Higher, up into peacefulness.
Where distance is ever increasing
From the society I was born.
Here, I am without.