those special nights are always rare
littered sparsely across the calander.
but i guess thats precisely the reason that makes them even more valuable.

for a moment i felt removed from the scene
like detached myself to look in on all of them laughing and screaming
and trying their best to inflict torture on each other
the stupid bitching and scratching
the snide remarks that no one really means
to see every ones faces
hear the cacaphony of voices
and just then
i felt blessed
that i had the privillage of their company
that i had the chance to rant rave and be stupid
and be loved no matter what a bitch i was
no matter my actions or my decisions
they would still be there.
no matter.

and i am grateful.