Punch towards the body, going through. Hah, I don’t have a body!
I am getting massaged. Not just externally but all throughout. My mind is wandering off and I keep my eyes closed. The hormonal system kicks in and bliss is filling the warm air around me.
I am punching into the air. Involuntary contractions of my muscles that react to the waves of sound. I am surrounded by ecstatic people and flashing lights.
Distortion helps you see clearly. My focal point is vanishing, I am lost in the bed of light and bass.
I punch. I let go of whatever held me back.
I punch. I have become semipermeable, letting out, not letting in.
I punch, in peace.