My only goal in life is to express that feeling. That feeling at a really great concert, when no ones saying it, but they are all breathing in tune with that sole guitarist playing. That feeling at the end of a party, when everyone has gone home except these last good few, and you sit together in a huddle and listen to the music on low until the sun comes up. That feeling when you are in the middle of the dance floor, covered in sweat and dancing your heart out, surrounded by the friend you love, in your own world where you are dancing for no one. That feeling when the loud holiday family feast has wound down, and you sit round the table, sipping the last of the wine and picking at the last of pie, retelling old stories like rolling around a milk chocolate memory in your mind's tongue. That feeling when you stick your head out of that car, on that drive, with that raging wind, with the cascading waves of the shoreline chasing beside you. That feeling when the milk cloud covered sky breaks into a storm, and the moments after its done, when the rain and wind have swept the air so clean its like drinking a cool glass of water to breathe.
To write that feeling
To play it
To draw it
To communicate it, and just grab someone, even for a minute. To get them to smile for a moment, a flashing twitch in their in lips before they continue walking to work, if I can do that, I will have done what I came here to do. I will be satisfied. And I will be content. I will be ready to leave behind this flesh suit and go on back to my home. The place where this feeling is endless and unstoppable, and never ending. Home. Home. Home. Om.
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