Floors don’t dance, people do
I don't dance much — but I knew a girl who did, and she was beautiful. The passion in her eyes and the hunger of her spirit were something unusual to the semi-conscious zombies of society, that mope around with eyes tethered to their electronic captors. It was like she loved something, and I loved that. She wasn't good with words, always stuttered and tumbled over herself while trying to speak, but she could dance, she could silhouette the wall will the excellence and beauty of a princess. So every time she fell over her feet trying to speak, it was a cute and welcomed contrast.
Heaven is a Place in The Stars
Heaven is a place in the stars. I do not look up and see God because I do not believe in Him. I look up and see the priceless luster of the stars and I believe in the universe. The stars explode in a glorious death and spill their guts into the universe to be used to make something new. In the stars lays both the beauty of life and the beauty of dying and making subsequent offspring. I believe the heavens rest in the stars because I know no greater beauty.
False Pillars That Rule Your Play
You wear a mask to hides what's underneath. Lifting this mask would cause shock; would cause the pillars holding up your world to collapse into the abyss of chaos, destruction, darkness, and the unknown. Every pillar you put up now isn't even helping to hold up the world, it's just dying lies that will crumple into the darkness. You know who you are, but you lie to others and to yourself. Because, if they knew it would be unbearable.— It's all for them, every motion and gesture—every act is just for them, your play is written by those around you, and your final act will be of defiance.
Another Word
Another word — another word — another meaningless word. Saying and doing are not the same thing; you cannot tell me one thing then do the other. Cutting open fragile boxes that hold the whole of your words, carving into them a shiloutted shadow of what I wish was true.— just stop talking, your words are sharp, sharper than the pain of lossing one I loved — becuase I'm lossing one that I hated—: myself. How can I love you when you create so much chaos;—it's over—and don't call me again.