Gonna be okay.
Just dance.sing.read.laugh.actridiculous.
We all have it. That thing we do when we're alone in our room after a bad day and need to release. Some of us punch things. Some of us huff. Some read. Most of us have that song.. that we don't like to admit it but we love it. And, at 1 AM we get out the ol' iPod as to not disturb anyone. Then we blare it.
and dance.
(Some MUCH better than others)
There is a tomorrow but, its not coming until after you dance into a stupor of sheer ridiculous. To a point where you are fantasizing about telling that guy who pisses you off to go f*** himself. Then you picture yourself dancing out of the building in the street with strangers.
Then someone knocks on your door and tell you to go to bed right now and to knock it off.
Lately dancing and singing had become a constant in my life. Always humming, whistling, singing, mouthing, moving. I read more when I get pissed off. Like just sitting down and being like HECK YEAH this book kicks ass. Then of course I brush my teeth to a medley of songs (which is wholly useless cause it never gets done right) by Jason. So, its 2 AM I'm wide awake. And life doesn't suck. I should be worried. I'm not. So, I'm just gonna.. DADADOO.
D-d-dance. dance. dance. ju-ju-ju-just dance.
So, go do nothing. But secretly go dance.
KCTW
P.S. You know you want to.
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