May 20
you can feel the bass reverberate through your hollow chest. you can see the lights refracting in a myriad of colours across the enclosed sky. there is some intangible thing you are supposed to be feeling, some invisible factor that makes all of this worth it. you can't seem to find it.
there is no one waiting for you outside. there are no words to describe the feeling that evokes, but that doesn't matter, because there is no one listening anyway. someone asks how you feel. someone else answers for you. you have no voice of your own. you let it happen. over and over and over again.
at what point does someone stop being a person at all?
