...And That Was All That I Needed.

Parties are fun. Making your own fun is also...fun. Wow-Never-Done-That-Before. It's a kind of insanity. A dare. A bubble. The first flush of a fever. A hallucination. Chemical madness. The interlocking pieces of a jigsaw. Patterns. Whispers. Hands over mouths. Fingers to lips. Waiting lines. Exits. Stage directions. Greedy little things. Noise. Words-words-words. Jumbles. Covers. Sunlight through blinds. Alarms. Dreams of coffee, magazines. Eyelashes. Noses. Ears. Parties are fun. Making your own fun is also...fun. Toy trains left running too long...burning circuits. The clack-a-clack-a-clack pull chain of a roller coaster...the first gasp, the belly-in-midair. Buttons pushed. Looks exchanged. Eyebrow raised. First thought, best thought. The present, truly. No regrets and no gulf of worry, doubt. And it's more of a smile than a smirk...and it feels effortless and cool.