Love In Slow Motion

Rythym pulsed through my viens as hot as the blood that flowed through there. My heart became in sync with the beat, head light and arms high. Everyone united in one moment and time seemed to slow down, the fast pounding seemed to become a heavy thud inside my body and in one single second I knew what love is ment to feel like. When the motion slows down and the crowd surrounding you becomes a blur. Just like those moments in the movies, the cliche that becomes.

Now I realise I know what love is and for every single moment I thought I have been in that place I know I lied to myself.

It truely is what I was thought I would be. Passion. Lust. Random. Constructed. Simple. Pure. Like ten fingers hitting ivory notes and your heart playing the strings of the orchestra. Every emotion rushing to the surface and exploding from your lungs in one deaf difying scream. One touch making you fall like the empires of past, burning every last piece of the cities like your heart. Thats true love. Pure love. The love we all wish for. I know what is is and know I just have to find the one that will last forever not just for forty minutes of the performance. Maybe my heart is spoiled but I will never give up hope on finding that. And if I don't? I'll spend the rest of my exsistance watching and living for forty minutes. Everytime that band rolls though town and through my heart.

But for know, at this very moment, I can be happy in the knowlegde I have loved and lost and that pure love I can pick up the pieces from. I know I can pick myself back up and love again.