When you feel the need to climb as high as you can,
And feel the fingertips of the wind brush ever so softly over your flushed cheeks.
For the rush of adrenaline as you lean over the edge,
But don't let go.
Because you can't let go.
Not quite yet.
And that is what music is for.
To keep you together.
On the outside.

(I'm an amateur writer, not a DJ. Sorry if its shitty)