The party's over, the first one goes, then the next and finally it's just you, driving towards a home you've outgrown, with the same music playing that you played this morning, when life was beginning and the new day was full of unknowns, and you have never felt like this, so empty and lost and...
So now the music's depressing, and the moon is no comfort and you want to sleep but have to get home first and you're sober because you're driving, or you'd be drunk of course you'd be drunk, and it would be better. You wouldn't have the brains left to realise that you are...
But when you're drunk and cycling, it's no better. The laughter lasts to the first corner, and disappears leaving the emptiness again. The wind pisses you off, the sweat you can feel on your body, wanting to feel that there's someone behind you, someone coming home with you, someone who can wrap their body around yours and hold you and then you'd be together and not...
Or failing that wanting the party to last forever, never leaving never ever no. Always be surrounded by people who know you like you love you. But even then no-one really knows, no-one can reach you and you are left standing in the midst of laughter, talking to people, connecting in
every
way
you
can
but still untouched separate individual and...