Chapter 24: Euphoria.

i've always imagined that being truly and completely happy is more of a physical than mental thing. that tingling of the very nerves in your fingertips from excitement as your entire body pulsates with the waves of ecstasy as you are immersed in a moment so powerful, so euphoric that you've honestly lost the power of speech as your cheeks begin to strain from the smile on your mouth that just won't stop.

i have come close to this feeling.

i wonder, though, if it was the physical characteristics of the situation that made me this happy, this alive. it could have very well been the depth of the bass that forced my own heart to beat along with it. it could have been the thousands of people, melting and swaying and pushing and shoving so inappropriately close to each other that such closeness would be called an invasion of personal space in ordinary life. it could have been the range of lights: the strobes that made you question your own vision and sense of reality, the cool blues and darkness that soothed you as you swayed, or the fire and flames that ignited something oh so much more inside of you.

it could had also been that one of the hottest men alive, travis from the gym class heroes, was within a few yards of where i stood, belting out his soul to me and only me. his electricity alone was enough to make me euphoric.