I say this to you from a plastic chair upon which I profusely sweat.
I have arrived. It is a strange feeling to arrive, truly arrive at a place that you didn’t longed for in the beginning. It was just hiding in plain sight, unbeknownst to my soul. We didn’t know each other but we are here, having a honeymoon.
It makes me sweat, it drenches me. It leaves me wanting more and punished me by burning off my lips and tongue. I want the heat, the hurt, the heart.
The lights sing me a lullaby, one of chaos and comfort, cradling me drowsy in boozy sleep. Every corner, a new temptation, new sensation hitting my poor nostrils. My brain is loaded and all I can think of is the sheer power that this place strikes me with.
My willpower is gone, only instincts survive. Come sit down, be damp, be wet, be happy, sweat.
I’ll have some beer as well.