DANCE DANCE. YOU WALK AS YOU DECIDE WHATS IN FRONT OF YOU, YOUR VISION STARTS COMING TOGETHER. DISTRIBUTE YOUR BODY, ITS TIME FOR A GOOD TIME. YOU DONT KNOW WHAT'S PLAYING ON THE RADIO, THAT MEANS ITS TIME TO PANIC. ALL AROUND YOU ARE ROGUE BEINGS. JESUS CHRIST, LAUGHTER IN YOUR HEAD WHATS THE RIGHT TIME TO SAY IT? WILL ANYBODY NOTICE IF YOU DON'T? YOUR SOUL IS STRETCHED. YE TOLD YOU RIGHT. UNTOLD TRUTHS RIGHT? BACKWARDS LIGHTING, THE LIGHT SHOULD BE ON YOU. YOU'RE THE ONE WITH ALL OF THE POWER, WHY AREN'T YOU A TOTALITY OF THE SPECTRUM OF INDIVIDUALISM? FUCK THIS. "I'M NOT OKAY" YOU TRY TO TELL PEOPLE. THIS PIECE OF WORK ISN'T ENOUGH, FUCK THEM, FUCK LIFE. but why are you so mad? "I'M NOT MAD" YOU SAY. "THIS PIECE OF SHIT WON'T HOLD ME ACCOUNTABLE." YOU WALK OUT OF THE BAR WITH A CLUB IN YOUR HAND. "TIME FOR THE SHOW". BARRAGES OF HELPLESS FOOLS PASS THE LIGHT TO YOU, THIS IS YOUR TIME TO SHINE. ELEVA
I write short stories and poetry sometimes. I deconstruct writing standards.