Wednesday, February 18, 2009

in the dark;

clutching, spinning, giddy laughing.

unable to walk straight, drunk on the possibilities that the night brings.

there's a secret thrill in these late night shenanigans.

it runs like electricity down my spine.

the night cloaks us in mystery and seduces us with her darkness.

under her inky cover, we can do anything.

chasing our shadows underneath the street lamps,

we are invincible.

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