Have you ever been in the company of greatness?
What I mean is have you ever been with someone who, when entering a space, turns all attention toward themselves by just being there...by being, for lack of a better word, bright1?
Hmmm...maybe flames of wicked fire is a better description.
Last night, as I walked down the alley toward the entrance to Milk Bar, appreciating the gorgeousness that were my companions, the objective me hovered off to the side and just watched that kind of power in action.
Admittedly, it was a bit of a low energy/off night for our little party...none of us particularly feeling it even though all of us were dressed to the nines2. It mattered not though. Before we'd even reached the entrance, the moths began to swarm.
Perhaps the little moths felt the sting of the low energy when their flittering brought forth swats of "stay away" rather than the warmth they'd expected. Still...they swarmed.
For my part, objective me continued to hover close - watching, waiting. I was neutral - putting nothing out, allowing nothing in - watching, waiting...finding cold amusement in what my companions were capable without trying or caring...until later.
Until after I'd wandered off alone in the dark corners of the club, fresh drink in hand, dancing around the dancers, deliberately brushing up against them, drawing their energy in, feeling them inside, allowing them to fan my own flame with tiny fluttering wings.
And then back outside where one of my companions joined me after her own collection of the offerings.
She leaned in and whispered, "I know where to feed."
I responded, "So do I."
And then the world disappeared.
1: Or uh...dark. I mean uh nothin'.
2: What the hell does that even mean - dressed to the nines?
1 comment:
I'm not sure what "dressed to the nines" means, either, but you were certainly the definition on Saturday.... *smile*
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