The intoxicating drink of the night blurred our perceptions,
nullifying all stress and anticipation of the mind;
We beg of you more.
For at these moments, we are divine and this is simply a shameless time...
We sat there, wallowing in our purest form, urging each other to give more.
No one would settle for just the mind while the gathering was reaching its prime
each hoping it would be their time.
I personally achieved mine.
Hours and hours of this recycled action occurred before darkness fell upon the large cool room.
Most of us lie there content, happy, and filled with a memory that was still being created.
We must remember;
For tomorrow we would awake and memory would be the only evidence.
Did last night exist?
Or was it the intoxicating drink, playing one of its many tricks?
I beg of you more