zouk

The world spins as you spin, beginning its transformation into a cacophony of senseless colors and lights. You wonder at the bodies moving on the dance floor, the bodies emptying their glasses, and the bodies uncertain of what to do. The alcohol hits you harder. Harder, as time flees, slipping out of your grasp and like an old photograph, gets forgotten. Distinctions melt to the pounding music, as distances get reduced, and the bodies dissolve into one.

Then, you see nothing.

Except for colors and lights. Still colliding into one another.