dancing alone to sad trance music in a club full of people.

I find it curious how we often romanticize and search for things that we think are exciting, to the point where we only wish to feel that excitement over anything mundane, even to our own detriment. When i think back on all of the places i've found myself due to that search, i question if it was worth it.
When the music dies, and the heart slows, clarity takes hold of you... And the blurred images of the night begin to fade away.