A beat. Sweat. Laughter. She laughs. The beat moves her. The lights inspire her. Bodies dancing carry hers. And as she spins, convulses to the vibrations, lights and sounds, she forgets. Or does she remember? Forgetting past, remembering presence. Forgetting pain, remembering pleasance. Joy. Pure, unadulterated joy. There’s an intensity, and a worry that flickers of… how long will this last? Is this really who I am? Can I be this person? Can I let go? Another beat. Another body, knocking into hers. Don’t stop. Don’t stop moving or you’ll fall. We move together or not at all. Sweat drips from her forehead, past her temple, getting caught in frays of hair coming loose. A sip of water from a crinkled bottle. The chill shocks her system as it trickles and dances its own way down her throat. Breath is cooler for a moment. Lungs open a little wider, just for a moment. And breathing becomes a miracle. Energy in with each inhale. A natural euphoria. A cleansing. A hope. With each exhale, releasing everything held onto for so long. The body slumps a little. Muscles relax more and more. Becoming one with the sounds. Becoming one with the moment. Not thinking. Never thinking. Just, existing. Simply, existing. A hand takes hold of hers. A squeeze. She looks up with a wicked grin. Are you feeling this? Are you with me? Colours cut across her face as lights strike through the crowd. Illuminating momentary details otherwise missed. The sweat. A smile. A glance. Her eyes closed, taking it in. A hope to remember. A reverence. Oh, please let me remember this feeling. Freedom. Expression. Movement. Belonging. Believing. Loving. Screaming. Dancing. It swirls and shines through her body. An overwhelming feeling of love and pain all at once. Her heart throbs. Her legs wobble. The body may tire, but this feeling is energising. Forgetting pain. Letting go. Please, remember this feeling. Please let me let go. Life. This is living. And I want to live.