and maybe something's missing in your mind. maybe you don't work the same way as everybody else does. maybe you're just different and that would be of the greatest news. how about letting your guard down and be just a teeny weeny bit of a closer reach? you walk down your school hallway and all you see are hipsters. having lived on planet earth for the strangest nineteen years i have come to know of a simple fact: people are insecure. prada/ coach/ gucci, they're all italian words to define insecurity don't you think? and i am no different, sadly. we're all made of dreams and memories, of misheard whispers in the dark, of glances around the school compound, of the closeness of strangers in a line outside a movie. me? i am that of a solid rock when we first meet, noiseless and distant, lacking of security one finds at a doorstep, at the end of the evening, when one has enjoyed the company of another, or even going through the day alone. i am made of the train tracks that take me home, the songs that made me new. so was i ever here to begin with?

maybe....................not
been dancing.........and trying to get my feet back up