BodySurfingLoveSong

One two, Three and up!



*surfs* on the crowd...



Woohoo!!!



I can hear the band play on the stage. And I can hear that the lead singer/guitarist trying hard not to worry about me falling down into oblivion.




I can feel all these people holding me up, like a bed of hands assured on to arms and biceps. I am moving backwards, then forwards.




I can smell the fresh gas coming from the dry ice on stage. Like fresh rain it slips into my veins.




I can taste the taste of thirsty euphoria and calm, controlled wildness.




And I see you, having just left the stage, so quietly and gracefully, no one even knew when you left. I see a glimpse of you, angel skin, before your face escapes me and I see your ponytail pass my sight by.








Believe me when I said I think you are the one I'm looking for.