Friday, August 18, 2006
When the music fades...
After all the groovin' to the thumping beat, your heartbeat kinda slows down.
From the adrenalin rushing papitations to that steady, somber sound.
Sure, the bash was fun. MOS was a good experience. But really, after the crowds and the flashing lights, the much needed space of the room seems too vast. The much desired air seems heavy, foreign to my skin.
I guess this is what the post-modern sense of individual alienation is about. The wanderer enjoys the sights and sounds of the urban buzz yet feels that isolation, the eternal quarantine...
For me, having fun is not enough. That feeling of loneliness and emptiness that follows the surge of reckless abandon may be intoxicating, yet, it can never be invigorating.
After a good night's rest, I know I'll find my equilibrium again.
My heart... will once again beat to the rhythm of that steady, satisfactory song.
My heart... aches for that girl, that emblematic figure of a lost and searching generation.
My heart... thanks God for Him.
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3:20 AM
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