The theatre is small and close and
everyone inhales everyone elses' laughter and tears and
the cheering makes me wonder if we were all friends in another life,
or if we've just become friends because of now.
Because there are people up on stage shouting out their souls
in perfectly timed rhymes and rythms and words that don't exist except in the room they're spoken
Saturated in soul-stuff and love and the roar of the crowd,
Words itching under my skin and swelling my tongue
And suddenly my fingernails are too tight and there's nothing left but
Because there's a feeling all inside me breathing in and in and in and just wanting out
Pulsing to beats new and familiar and warm
And it's all alive.
And maybe that's why we were all friends for an hour,
Though we came and left perfect strangers.
Two minds can't see one soul and continue on alone;
We're all alive.