THE LONG RAVE

It was the moon, the perfect host. We wandered around her party, soaking up the silver glimmer.

Pupils expanded, hearts turbocharged, we ventured into the night, into the stroboscopic lights and the substances. Can you feel that electric pulse? I hope it runs through your veins the same way it does through mine. I touch you and the world blurs behind your face.

It is below the stars that I find what true love means. The day you run out of fuel, as we cruise this starry highway, I will be the one to carry you on my back, till the moment my bones burst and we have no choice but to lie there, sheltered by the Galaxy.

Then one day, just as suddenly as you came, you show your back to me. These past summer days have carved a hole in our hearts. Could we have tried better? Did we need to? You didn't seem to want to. In your head, you knew the night was over, that the Stars had faded. In their place, a scorching sun burned our faces. That's the horrifying thing about daylight, it leaves no shadows to store the monsters that wander in plain sight. You can't choose what to see and what not. The light torches both of us. Where to hide now?!

And so I see you, walking away, a boiling sun sticking to my skin. The head aches, the stomach revolts. An empty ziploc bag rolls by my feet, at least one evidence that the party happened. The night who tricked us into disaster shows her true identity, the machinery behind the tricks, a cruel wizard of Oz.

We walked through it and now we chase two different Suns. I keep following it around, hoping and dreading the day it will turn into a moon, to trick me again, to remind me that these feelings exist. To remind me none of them last forever. To remind me of that illusion, of that electrical buzz. To remind me of you, the meanest, most beautiful trick the lights ever played on me.