I’ve never been drunk. I’ve had alcohol, but never enough to make me truly drunk. There was something about that altered state of being, the way my body felt slower or the world felt too fast, something about the numbness of my neverending troubled thoughts - they were shut. I felt so light, everything felt so easy. I felt like dancing and I think I was actually dancing. I was dancing around the fire with my friends without a care in the world. There was something so magical and whimsical about the fire and the way we danced so close to it. It kept us warm even though we can endure much lower temperatures - it felt like it was heating our souls. At some point I stopped dancing just to look at the fire, my never-empty cup in my hand and this delicious feeling of lightness and carelessness I
