cultivating faith

the bouncing floor seems to seep from the waves of fiction in my mind. I know it's real. I know I stand pulsing with every drum beat. Swing on down to me. Vibrations of bodies against me dancing with flawless inhibition propel my ecstasy. As if endorphins injected directly into my blood stream swim like dolphins though my veins, I scream and move to my contentment's music. Peeling through the colored red, orange, green foggy lights, my sight encompasses a satisfaction personified. I am so happy. I would change nothing other than to be like liquid, shoulder to shoulder with you.