Nicole

Heart dancing so fast it's going to vomit, twirling in the open fields and misty mountaintops of home and memory and inexplicable power. You exist and you can feel it - each step is significant, and you exhale with each thud and the onslaught of what's now required. And these are those nights that you absolutely, undoubtedly and without the slightest pause or hesitation exist to explore. One fleeting presentation of a feeling unmatched in its potential for despair and visceral, honest, unflinching bliss. One of those nights where turquoise toenails, eyebrows and misplaced sighs play on a stage equal to their peers, the soul-crushing smile and an extra beat in the look. The walls of these nights are cluttered with the uneasiness of youthful vulnerability, of the self-made delusion that there is something tangible to be gained from this, finally this, endeavor. Oh, but there is! There always is. For no matter what you encounter in the presentations to follow, this one happened, and it happened it to you. Your existence met its example and you did your damndest to dance tirelessly, to continue moving with the rhythm of white knuckles and laughter and those tantalizing nanoseconds filled with intoxicating possibility. Remember this as you rest your head to the pillow at the end of nights like these, clinging to the quickly dissolving evidence of their abbreviated occurrence, challenging the stars of fate under muttered breath and droopy red eyes...until next time...