the basement is darker, louder
glowing with the pulses of music
i wear white, you wear white
but none of us are really expecting it to stay that way
(what colour do you get when you mix beer with raspberry vodka?)
you say to me, go ahead and lose your inhibitions
it's funny, the way people talk about friday nights
as if spilling your dignity along with another couple of drinks
is the only way to do it right
but i think i'd rather slip on shots of tequila
than on stupid mistakes
super california, we are as lit up as the dancefloor
we sway to songs we've heard a hundred times before
as if it's our first
this atmosphere is electrifying
we hold conversations we won't remember come morning
and chase away sobriety with our frenzied laughter
3am, my mother thinks i am fast asleep in bed
but i am still faltering down rundle mall
i say to you
let's forget what it means to exist
because right now i don't know anything
except that i've never felt more alive
Melody Chen (BDS 2)