This was just one more outstanding party in a row, not making any more difference than the others.

I will enjoy for the moment, and probably forget it soon, while falling asleep in a world of no time limit fulfilled with psychedelic sounds and colours.

The crowd is jumping following the melodical rhythm, looking as a tempestuous sea.

They are making a perfect entirety, which causes tension and nice feeling at the same time in the stomach. The scene by itself is enough for perfect spirit level.

 

Some of the people have smiles on their faces, some of them don’t.

Some of the people came because they can actually feel the music, some of the people to be seen, some of them to use drugs and some of them to simply enjoy.

To old experienced ravers, parties like this are just a routine, for new people it looks magical while they are trying to discover the story and the concept of the culture. They are looking amazed around themselves with a spark in their eyes. Something new, an imaginary story which is wandering around, contact of the body and the music, a feeling of belonging, being a part of small community that understand each other trough music, not material things.

The atmosphere is amazing, that Is only I can feel.

Confusion is devastating my head, in which I cant look at my condition.

In my head I feel that everything is getting thicken, with an outer space pressure.

Everywhere around me something is happening, the whole story flows above our heads, trough our ears, roving through the air. To fast to catch it.
I indulge myself to the sound, colours and I inosculate in the crowd.
Everything is congested, fast, but on a weird way- very calming and beautiful.
I am here, and I will be here not using every moment good enough, which I will see later when I will remember this moment with a smile on my face.

But actually, who gives a fuck for this moments, there is going to be a lot of raves and a lot of moments.

I wil indulge myself to the present which is coming and passing,

I will indulge myself to the sounds which are taking me to million of different places, forgetting the time and the place where Im standing at the moment.

I will raise my hands to the space, knowing that it owns me.

I will raise my hands to the sky and stars, knowing that they are watching me every day,

Knowing that they were always present in my life since I was borne, raised and until I die. Knowing that they will keep all my secrets selflessly.

And after my death, they will be still there at the same place, but I will be much more closer to them.
I will close my eyes and raise my hands on my favorite part of the song while the sound is flowing trough the room and rebounding from wall to wall, where it slowly disappears.
I will indulge myself to the bass and the ride that is bumping from the speaker and wrapping around my body, where I am using my senses.
Hearing in focus, I’m standing with my eyes closed, and I see much more than I would see normally. I don’t look at people; I look at myself from the inside. 
This is the time where I can think without any limitations, where I can free my mind and where I can project myself to every point in this world.

But….

The blade is coming, getting more and more closer, I feel creeps going upside down my spin, in a moment I hear a voice. Behind me I see a confused face with a most common question:

“Sorry, do you have a lighter? “

 

Even though I was disappointed with a sudden break of all happenings inside me, Im taking my lighter from my pocket and I am giving him raising my hand up.

But he was not there. My hand, without a lighter, stood pointed at the ceiling.

There is no music, no crowd, only buzz in my ears from some of the raves passed.

Stars are still here.

It was my room.