Crying at the Discotheque
ears ringing me, my heart goes to much, the muscles of the legs totally numb, blurred vision (okay, this is the fault of contact lenses, P), the feet that I smoke, the inner demons exorcised ... every now and then go home at five o'clock, after a night of swinging at the disco, that's what it takes. The faces of friends, the joy and carefree twenties, dancing with her ... I go to bed with peace in my heart.
