White bats

I was dancing on the dance floor,

Pumped with adrenaline and carefree though I wonder why,

I wasn't like this the year before,

Oh wait, there isn't any guilt this time,

Nothing to care for, nothing to worry about,

I'm single.

Does it always feels this awesome?

And I have chosen to ignore it for so long?

And then there came a vision of a 'white bat',

As I close my eyes to the rhythm of the floor,

And I dance with you, smiling.

Perhaps a lie isn't so bad after all.

=)

For once I smile in months

PS: Happy Birthday Sash! Hope you enjoy the Russian Standard I bought you. And remember, its only for you. NO ONE ELSE should take a sip out of it!