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   I still remember it like yesterday. The sky was dark blue,the colour of the ocean,you know sometimes you get that bright clear water but sometimes you get those rough deep dark blue seas. That one!It was filled with stars,as if someone scattered little grains,million of tiny little diamonds all over the table cloth which is the night sky. You could hear the music coming from inside. People were having fun,laughter filled the air,it was infectious,enticing. It seemed like so much fun and I had to go in. It was a long day,I needed a drink and I was totally up for a random conversation just to get my mind off all of the shit that plagued me back then. It was busy,drinks were flowing,conversation followed,it was exciting,electric. I was lost the minute I stepped through that door,it was my wonderland in this modern hell I lived. Everyone was a stranger but the smiles I saw,the warmth I felt,it was beautiful.    I made my way to the bar. I needed a drink and I was rea...

      I am the sun . When I walk in the room,all eyes on me,its quiet,stillness.I am everything. I can feel the warmth around me.Eminating,pulsing,bursting. I can feel the glow,I can see the glow. The glow on people’s faces reflecting back at me,the warmth they feel and the comfort they get from seeing me,being around me. I give life. I give life to the room,the light,the warmth and all eyes are on me.They know,they see it and feel it and they always want more,always.Hungry,begging,pulling and tugging. People are jealous.All the girls want what I have,want to be me.All the boys want me. I know,I see,I notice.The minute,the hour of pleasure is feels good but the high wears off and I only want more.    The old me would have loved it,embracing and inhaling every moment of this, but now,now all I care is this feeling. I do not care about belonging,people want to belong to me.It’s everything. I am the life itself. Everyone wants me,everyone ...