u/ryannbajaj

There was a moment that night,
standing outside ally pally,
where the night felt larger than itself.

When the cold bit through everything:
through our leather jackets
through our chatter
and through the nervous excitement
we tried to disguise as certainty.

We stood at the bus stop,
with our futures folded in our pockets
hoping this night we had built up for weeks
would let us in

Below us, London stretched out in lights,
each window carrying its small life
and above us,
something else was just beginning.

My heart was racing ahead of me,
nausea,
anticipation,
the strange anxiety of knowing
you are about to surrender to something bigger than yourself

and then we were inside

white sheets hung above us, turning the room into some kind of sacred tent,
a temporary world we had entered into,
built for music and movement

the rhythm was high,
my thoughts dissolved

there was no past,
no future,
only movement

everything around me was accelerating
and for once,
i did not want to slow it down.

I moved with it,
with the people I loved beside me,
i felt every ounce of heaviness,
leaving my body.

In that room with a thousand of strangers,
i felt a kind of love
that asked for nothing
just the unspoken agreement
that for these few hours,
everything was exactly as it should be.

there was only the beat,
the lights,
the people I loved,
and the overwhelming certainty
that to be alive
could feel this good.

Some experiences ask you
to let go completely
to disappear into the noise,
the movement
the shared pulse of everyone around you
into something larger than yourself

And in losing yourself
you return more fully
into the moment
how rare,
how human.