A/N: Hi... I feel like its been years since I was back on here, but it was only like.. one and a half months? Yeah, I think... Well, I'm back. Harely's back home, and almost back to normal. I'm a different person than I was two months ago, but its alright, because I'm getting back there. Well, none of you guys clicked on here to hear about me! I am honestly making this up as I go. I have no idea what will come:) BTW, I'm listening to Ingrid Michaelson's Human Again album. Gorg.

Disclaimer: Uh... No.

The beat pumps through the floor, masking the footsteps of hundreds of bodies. It vibrates the drink in my hand, but I don't care. I just shake it more when I dance, anyway.

Fingers, hands, arms around me, but I don't know who's they are. I don't care, that's what I came here for. Anonymity.

I have no idea what time it is, heck, I barely even remember where I am. Who I am.

I don't care though. Who would?

I'm always in this... limbo, of half understanding and half confusion. Half general indifference.

The beat picks up.

I dance harder.

My stars and moon are gone. They've been gone for years, leaving me in this suffocating darkness of night, but my head doesn't know that. My neck still whips around every time I see glimpses.

They left me in the dark.

But I don't care.

A new song comes on, and I switch partners. Of course, it just has to be this song.

Why is it this song?

This new guy doesn't notice my hesitation, or maybe he's just too wasted to even realize I'm here. Wait, that's his hand. He knows I'm here.

I don't care, I just push it off, hoping that this method of coping is healthy, although I know its not.

His face (his eyes) flash through my mind, and I don't care. They're practically permanent residents by now. I squish my eyes hard, trying to get rid of the memories.

This guy grinds against me, but I really don't care. The song is almost over, anyway. I'm shaking, but I pass it off as dancing. Its not like he cares, anyway.

I don't care, why would he?'

In another life, HE would be here, dancing next to me. No, in that life we would be home, cuddled together, bracing each other against the sharp winds of the outside world.

HIM, not the stoned mess trying to get his hands in my back pockets.

I felt some cold winter wind wash over my sweat soaked skin, and I raise my hands in relief that someone opened the door to this muggy club, and I danced just like that, hands above me, eyes shut, swaying, for the rest of the song.

When the song ended, I walked away from the random dude, just like countless others.

Eh, I don't care.

I feel a hand on my shoulder, so I turn around, ready to give a sharp kick to whatever skeeve is trying to creep on me now.

I stop dead.

Those... EYES.

I shut mine.

Hard.

Blinking away the little black dots that come from squeeezing you eyes too hard, I was still frozen in place.

Even around the splotches, I could still make out the familiar features.

Idon'tcareIdon'tcare.

He smiled at me,

"Sam"

IdocareIdocare.

A/N... so yeah. There ya have it. Review. It makes me smile.