within the pulsating rhythmic walls

there was silence.

the forgotten memories resurrected

and i soon found them all so familiar.

suddenly, they all meshed themselves

together, i couldn't see, i was forgetting.

list them down, the heavy bass beat told me

and so i did. they slowly became clear,

succint, distinct; i could remember.

be yourself. that's what silence told me.

no matter what, be yourself always.

in the mess of bodies gyrating on the floor,

they were pursuing something distant,

something i knew but could not describe.

it lasted as long as the music continued,

it lasted as long as the alcohol kept flowing,

it lasted just that long.

and then faces appeared from the dark.

the people i cared for, the people i loved,

the people i left behind. what seemed to be

a vaccuum of space didn't seem that dry

anymore. it welled up, it soaked me up.

slowly, they filled me to my neck, inching their

up to my face and then above me. it consumed me.

and then i heard voices calling out. i heard

a steady pulsating beat. i saw pyrotechnics flashing across

the dance floor. and that's where i knew

i had found silence.

no. silence found me.