That's what friends are for

I stood in the throbbing room full of jumping, swirling bodies; arms flying, laughter rising over the tin beat of the vibrating bass. Lights flashed like a plethora of emotions spinning around the room - rage, joy, elation, peace. The walls pulsed and sang as the music faded not so perfectly from one track to the next. Disco balls rotated, shattering the emotions into timy fragments of light that hit the crowd like a snow storm.

I felt the chaos freeze as my mind became an open space. The silence overwhelmed me with its unexpected screaming and the people became statues in some surreal modern artistry. Suddenly the world was different, just for a moment, the world was mine.
I smiled a rare smile; the smile of one utterly at peace, utterly proud and satisfied; utterly complete.
The moment was as perfect as a carpet of newly fallen snow; mine was an untainted, childlike happiness.  

I am in the world. The world is mine to conquer. I can do anything, be anything. I will never run from the world, the world loves me. I am in it and I am of it, devoid of faults, removed of all worry and shame. I can leap from the shadows and grab all worldly offerings. No one can stop me. I am the world.

And for that moment I was whole; a being with worth, a being with pride. The One and Only. I wanted nothing, I needed nothing. Only my heart and my mind.
I felt I could burst into a million shining stars and float down, covering the room with the intensity of my emotion. I wanted to throw my arms in the air to catch the lightening bolt charging down to meet me from above; I knew I would be saved. Nothing would defeat me, I was The Almighty, the power holding the room in snapshot of living finality. I had control. My breath would shatter mirrors; my touch would singe the wood from the dance floor. I was everything.
In that split second I realised: all that I am, all that I ever was, all that I will be, is here with me now. A humming of pent up possibility vibrating inside of me. I was completely in love, besotted with my own being, my past, my present, my future.

I felt a touch and the spell was broken, torn from me and snatched away to smash into the wall in a million mirrored stars of colourful emotion. I looked around as if for the first time and my rebirth was complete. I saw smiling faces, eyes full of adoration and life as I had never seen them before. I gasped and jumped into the group of jumping pushing hugging limbs and I found that the moment had not passed. I was The Almighty, I was powerful and wonderful. I belonged in the world. I deserved to be there.
I felt pride swell in my chest as my heart thumped in time with the world's rhythm. Never would I look back to the person I was, never would I be that person again. I was in the world. I was a part of something miraculous and magical. The wonder of life was right there in front of me, working its power on the dance floor of Reckless...and I was a part of it. I felt that I was it, that we all were. That we were drowning in the most perfect sea of diamond love, pulled this way and that by the current; always drifting but never lost, always drowning but never breathless.

It has never left me, the feeling of weightlessness from that blissful night. And although the mirror ball isn't always a lighthouse, like the moon it waxes and wanes, a constant in the tumultuous ocean of life.