the morning after

the line was long and the night was young. the air was filled a a bite that was bent to party. i must have gone back in time to those days of smoke filled dark rooms, cushions and dancing lights. here, some dress to kill, some kill to dress and others get killed in even trying. run a google in the room and find yourself reading an encyclopedic spectrum of gamers, nerds, red blood cells and those lacking. somewhere between all that, i found a sliver of humanity. of boys who wore uncomfortable shoes but find themselves basking in the kind attention of the ladies. men who stood by even though the socks were well worn out and conversations would never happen.

I watched as initiation took place between the 2s and 4s. everyone wore an even number on their heads and for some split seconds i could almost duck outside for an emotional breather. bravery found its way into a lion's heart and bumble bee was putting on his tap dance shoes. I marveled at the sight and how much heart was slipping out on his sleeve. there was a sense of peace, like the tranquility Maximus Decimus Meridias must have found in heat of the battle.

like ice and fire, this is the morning after.