‘Night time sharpens
heightens each sensation.

Darkness stirs and wakes
imagination.’

.

We were the cliche;

Young, dumb and full of rum,

We were wild and free,

Eighteen forever.

.

We were not ourselves,

With our glittery eyelids

And sharp drinks.

.

We were whoever we wanted,

But who we could never really be.

.

Still, we danced and we laughed

And we felt more alive

Than any other time.

.

We imagined the night

Would never end,

That our endless youth

Would save us.

.

We believed in the power

Of a rhythm and a beat

In a darkness that made

These versions of us

Possible.

Letters to Euturpe 10

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