Creative or hopefully creative writing. Sharing the thoughts and colors that fuel my mind, to a screen that, perhaps others may read and see as well.
Saturday, December 8, 2012
Beat
I feel tired and blank. Just functioning. The only reprieve I have from this, is at night. Putting on my prettiest dress and checking my look in the mirror I head out to my car. It's only a short drive to my solace, I anticipate every minute of the drive. As I walk up to the building I can feel the muted rhythm working it's way into my skin. My heart is beating in time with the music as I get the full effect of the bass coming from the dance floor. Grabbing the first table I take off my coat and tell a passing waitress what I want to drink. After letting the first full song soak into my being and starting my drink, I move to the floor and loose myself in the pulse of the music.
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