you are there, too.

there's a party
somewhere in the back of my head
where the beat is bold
but gentle
and we're all riding it
like jumping
that can only be accounted for in some sort of short term flying.

or some sort of cartoon situation where the room actually balloons.

and i can't tell where in the room i actually am.
cause i am everywhere
and the room is pulsing.

and the music is so good.

and then water pours in from the ceiling.

one of you is very tall.