Personal Party

Tired of your assumptions,

tired of the pain,

so I'll move somewhere

you'll never find me,

all with the help of my brain.

I'll get dressed up,

spray on my cologne,

then I'll smoke a cigarette

as i head from my home.

It's damn near three in the morning

but i don't really care,

smiling as i deeply breathe in

the cool night air,

headphones firmly in,

no one is around,

close my eyes and give my

body in to the sound.

Arms move of their own accord,

heart swells with the rhythm,

as i feel the music seeping into my very core,

my feet take me where they will,

had way too much stress today,

now it's time to chill.

Head swaying back and forth,

fingers following the tempo,

shivery goosebumps tingle my flesh

as i prepare for the drop,

head banging now,

can't stay in one spot,

no, i have to move,

don't care whether people like it or not.

Second drop hits and i take off,

spinning and twisting until i am almost ready to fall,

my feet leave the ground as jump to the bass,

no pain, worries, heartbreak can reach me here,

not in this place.

My heart thuds in my chest as i take a quick pause,

another songs starts and a slow smile crosses my face,

do it all over again,

but this time i increase the pace,

can't dance anymore,

i have to run,

taking off down the city streets,

jumping around, over, and off of objects

as me and the music become one,

just one more song and then I'll be done.

No liquor or drugs in my system,

they are not required,

all i need is the night sky and my headphones

to get super-wired,

dancing and running until i am tired,

then i walk back home,

smoking a cigarette,

still in the one place that you cannot get.