~limitless~

I have come to dread Saturday night.

Abandoning the expectations of

youthful adventure,

I often settle for the routine intoxication.

Seldom do I gamble

for the improbable

sensation of intimacy.

But tonight,

this distasteful date of Saturday:

I expose my eccentric character

to a room filled with strangers.

I scan the dimly lit room

searching for a friendly face.

Or, even…

someone who acknowledges my presence.

I see her.

Alone,

but dancing to the mediocre music

as if she was not surrounded

by twenty likely judgmental people.

I admire her courage,

and reluctantly

admit to myself

that I was envious

of her free spirit.

I am drawn

to this sparkling woman,

illumining the somber ambiance

I conceal myself in.

My nerves have a tendency

to seek liquid solace

to gain audacity in approaching

sightly women.

The inclination to suppress

my already waning sobriety

surprisingly escaped my mind.

I deserted my glass of dark liquor

and set forth in her direction.

The enormous speakers

blared music without a second

of silence.

I ignore the irrelevant music,

and the drunken idiots

blocking my path

to her.

I made my way,

and I am now standing

directly in front of her.

Her figure is elegant,

energy radiates from

her contagious smile.

I realize now,

that I clearly looked foolish.

Here I was…

staring in astonishment

as she continues to spin to the music.

And then,

she grabs my hand.

Whispering in my ear,

“Don’t stand still like every stale person here,

move with me”.

I dance with her.

Her body speaks a foreign language

with her melodic movements.

I am bewildered by this feeling.

This feeling that is surging

through my veins.

Common sense fades

as the tune of hopeless romanticism

captures my will.

Dawn is inevitable,

the hours of darkness

remaining in this Saturday night

will rapidly pass.

She may never know my name,

or remember my face.

But for now,

I am limitless.

The sorrow harbored inside of my soul

spectates during this

enchanting encounter.

For this Saturday,

I shall dance.

And,

I shall be free

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