And just for thought...
The night was alive! Riding along the wave of my intoxication.
I put on a shirt, showing off assents with my tank and hip hugging jeans.
Freshly perfumed blonde locks, the night was my own.
Dark lights, neon signs, and streets lined with girls in halter tops, boys in leather.
Eyes huge with each other's eye candy.
I would have flown to the moon but sober friends were a buzz kill.
Smokey air and dancing feet, I was ready regardless of feeling like a packed sardine.
Along bar stools, back to back, lost in a haze, I was free to feel alive.
Young and beautiful in this skin that traps me during the day.
No one destination, I wanted to see them all.
I would have if I had been let loose into the magical night.
It was my birthday and I was fine!
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.