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Things don't happen the way you expect them too.

You expect: room to breathe at a rave and

legit ecstacy,

but fuck, there is no such thing as legit ecstacy and

raves are loud.



But sometimes fate deals you the hand you need, because

the cards you get outshine the ones you wanted.

I wanted: my best friend to have a good trip,

and for me to dance under strobe lights to new music.

But oh.  I got so much more.



Like: Moonlight and new love.



Watching the world pass slowly as orions belt does its 360 around my head.

And meeting a new best friend, someone I can see unfolding their life with me until we are meshed.

Rollin joints on train rides home with new friends.



Like: WRXs, and 150 miles on the freeway and newport beach.

The best trip ever with water around my feet, Amazing Grace,

and sunrises on the west coast.



Like: Perfect french toast.



I am glad I strive for freedom.

I am glad I am the one to see all of these things and

understand them,

for the love being spread throughout our generation,

the love that is bought for 15 dollars a piece,

the love that is flowing through the music and hot sweaty bodies,

the love that is being emitted in waves throughout this place,

this love is the love that is saving and damning us.

So I'm glad sometimes I can have both loves,

a loud techno beat and



the silence of a night at the beach,

the three of us holed up on our lifeguard tower in our rave clothes,

exchanging life stories like candy,

until 7 am.