Experience

It's one of those moments that you waited for
A long time.
Then it comes, and tranquility
-- The calm before the storm --
Consumes the moment like embers.
Breathe on the coals.
Ignition.
The band begins to play.
Melodic, transcendental.
My out-of-body existence,
The divinity of the self
And it's celestial connection
To each and every
One.

I point to the sky because the lasers shine above our heads, the projection of clouds on a translucent green blanket above the stadium. The band is geometry, the sound trips in elysium echoes. Wishing I was on LSD, but not needing it. Dancing. Doing liquid for the first time to live Tool. Spirtual and alone in a sea of quickened heartbeats.

Running into friends I haven't seen in so long.

The drive home; rock radio is playing the entire Aenima album front-to-back over the airwaves. It's perfect outside with the fat, wet snow coming down and melting in our path, making the lighs of the street shimmer. It's the first snow of the year, it is December first and I've successfully made it a month on my own.

I finish my cigarette with my back against the door, reflecting on the evening. Feeling the love.

And for the record, I hate Tower for being in the Honduras. I could've met Tool, but he had to go to your tropical island for two weeks.... -sigh-