The Breath

Theres nothing quite like being on stage. Holding a mic, singing. Swaying like youve got marijuana flowing your veins. Feeling at one with the world, at one with yourself - being truly happy. Floating in the music. Audio therapy at its best. For days now i sat on the passion. Locked it up in a box and threw the key in a void of webs. But it was stronger than me, for my addiction erupted again last night. The moon was out and i was in a deep slumber, but as hypnotic as the dark light around me was, i sprang to life, my vocal chords vibrated together - they created a shake in the once still air - my dream gasped to life again, releasing the noose i had once placed on it.
Now i know why i woke up smiling.