2am ramble

Dancing. How sweet the music echoing through the abandoned chambers of my endlessly wandering mind. My body gyrating in the dim environment that surrounds me. I throw my hands above my body and breathe in; the sweet smell of sweat, cologne, and cigarette smoke more intoxicating than the alcohol I consume. I feel at peace, which surprises me since this is not a place conducive to such emotion. I decide the music is to blame. My mind, soothed by the sounds, rests quietly and thanks me for the solitude.