Devil’s playground.

You don’t need a reason, a place or a time. You are just simply there.
Wearing your demons like badges of honour, the little devil, normally sitting on your shoulder is hanging on for dear life, because be damned if he can keep up with you.

You are not worried about tomorrow, or even the next five minutes. You simply are, reveling in the pure pleasure of being. If you cared, you’d notice people around you automatically moving to give you a clear path. You have no idea where you are going, but you are sure as hell going to enjoy the journey. You have let go.

You see things something like a third person’s view, completely detached from life, the noise around you is gone. Your own private song is now playing in your head. Drowning out the world around you.
You have never felt as complete as you do right at that point. You look and feel like you have just had best meal, sleep and sex in your life, all at once. Nothing, absolutely nothing could make you falter. The thoughts of others? If anything your own thoughts would be far more likely to have everyone’s jaw’s crash landing on the floor. You know this is a memory in the making, and as with a lover, you open yourself to every single sensation that you can, and they are running right through you.

Be it the breeze running it’s lips over your body, consuming you, akin to diving naked into a midnight ocean, your overwhelming need to reach out to the moment, to make that contact, touch it exactly as it is touching you, the adrenaline moving through you, driving you, making your body react without question. Just feeling the raw, pure energy that is the act. Knowing that no matter what may come tomorrow, you are precisely where you are meant to be and loving every single second.

You can still feel the rush, in many ways – you are still there.