Imagine The Night
It's Saturday night...I'm sitting on a leather recliner, listening to "Shifting Sand Wreck Ships" by Lights Out Asia. It's my favorite song, my gosh it is a beautiful sound. Remember, I'm sitting on a leather recliner...
I can only imagine the conversations being said at a nice bar, the sways of gals and guys at a downtown club. Each is on a quest, a dire quest to conquer the night. Coasting through time, caressing moments, winning at life.
The night is only as long as they claim it theirs...you have to run through the night and seize it all...Smiling, laughing, careless as the moon gazes upon them, stars twinkle with all of them.
Do you remember? The rush of a night, it belonged to you. You danced it, you talked to it all around, you lived it. You lived it all, you lived it young, you lived it without restraint. The night knew no limits, you knew the night.
I am sitting on a leather recliner, listening, bound to a oxygen machine. And I stare it.
That is my Saturday night, with a machine that does not know me, does not care. I watch them, dressed to impress, ready to remember this night with friends. I imagine the conversations being said, the guy and gal that will dance the night away. I imagine the night.
I can only imagine narratives that I desperately want to feel, while I sit on this leather recliner.
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