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It was his drug; It was his life.
He stepped into the usual warehouse. As he did every Saturday night. His wrists and his neck glowed. In his right hand, he held two glowsticks, pink and green. He smiled as he went with the small crowd to the dance floor. It was already crowded, bodies molding together and the whole place moving as one. Jumping, swaying, dancing, living.
The music led them. The music followed them. The beat ran through his body, invigorating and refreshing. He hit the ground with everyone around him. He sprang up with them too. A body behind him had stumbled, but didn't stop to regain his posture, everything kept going.
There was no slowing down, no speeding up. It was constant, it was energizing. He smiled widely as the beat grew faster, stronger, louder. Some people screamed. Some people clapped while they jumped. He held up his hands, the glowsticks making a vertical line as he moved his body. People grew closer, still in sync with each other.
It was his escape.
No one knew him here. No one wanted to hurt him here. No one was heartless here. No one was judgemental here. It was his hevean. It was the only hevean he would ever know. Everyone here moved together, everyone stayed together. No one knew each other. They were all strangers, yet they were all family.
They were ravers.
He stepped into the usual warehouse. As he did every Saturday night. His wrists and his neck glowed. In his right hand, he held two glowsticks, pink and green. He smiled as he went with the small crowd to the dance floor. It was already crowded, bodies molding together and the whole place moving as one. Jumping, swaying, dancing, living.
The music led them. The music followed them. The beat ran through his body, invigorating and refreshing. He hit the ground with everyone around him. He sprang up with them too. A body behind him had stumbled, but didn't stop to regain his posture, everything kept going.
There was no slowing down, no speeding up. It was constant, it was energizing. He smiled widely as the beat grew faster, stronger, louder. Some people screamed. Some people clapped while they jumped. He held up his hands, the glowsticks making a vertical line as he moved his body. People grew closer, still in sync with each other.
It was his escape.
No one knew him here. No one wanted to hurt him here. No one was heartless here. No one was judgemental here. It was his hevean. It was the only hevean he would ever know. Everyone here moved together, everyone stayed together. No one knew each other. They were all strangers, yet they were all family.
They were ravers.
Peace. Love. Unity. Respect. 
A short drabble. It sucks. Oh well.
No editing. No spell check. Just raw writing.
On the subject of raves. Beautiful.
Seriously. They're fun. Amazing experience. The first time you go, you're hooked. You never want to leave!! TwT
Okay, I'm done.
Music: Techno Trance
Inspiration: Good music and memories.
(c)
; no stealing.
A short drabble. It sucks. Oh well.
No editing. No spell check. Just raw writing.
On the subject of raves. Beautiful.
Seriously. They're fun. Amazing experience. The first time you go, you're hooked. You never want to leave!! TwT
Okay, I'm done.
Music: Techno Trance
Inspiration: Good music and memories.
(c)
; no stealing. © 2008 - 2024 RoraShigoto
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From a Racer to a Raver we are drawn by the need for freedom, to challenge the norm, to show true freedom of expression to those who think them selves better. To you I say, screw the norm. We are the ghosts of society. We are the Underground, yet when we get together we are strong voice than any government. We stand taller than the buildings that they must stand in. Try as they might, they can't stop the thunder of music, or the power of an engine. We Are Free