I am inundated with the sound of gunfire and dance as we enter the stroboscopic battlefield. The cold is dry and artificial and barely sufficient, calling forth a squadron of sweat blobs from beneath my skin. We soon partake in the war (armed with plastic guns, unlimited ammunition) and I am reminded of the ongoing strife I have with myself. You jam my radar and go for the first kill, taking victory with a wicked grin. And as I lose a second battle against you, I realize the inner conflict has died down too.
I have lost myself in you.
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