I hope you can find a day
When you can wake up
And dance on top the sparks of chaos
For no other reason,
Than the striking of a mood.
Not for being alive,
Not for the fiction of should,
And not as a matter of pity porn.
The morning may be cool,
The sky dark,
And the song you hear
Will be fire you swallow.
Nothing will fit your perfect
But in dancing, you will find,
A temporary sync of your rhythms,
With the soul of the world,
And the change.
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I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty
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