i am dancing on the line of who i am and who i want to be.
i am dancing with a train.
i am playing with fire.
my excitement grows stronger every second. the adrenaline rush has progressed from a stream to a bone crushing avalanche.
I'm ready to get right in everyone's hostile little faces who tell me i'm not good enough, im not right, im not perfect, not enough for them. dare them to put a gun to my head and paint the walls with my brains.
bragging and laughing at death because under my wrist lies my pounding pulse and under my ribs lies my pounding heart. the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of youth. half naked. sweating. proud.
A bright blue- eyed girl is sprawled across a warm floor. She is in the arms of her lover. In those precious arms is when she feels real.
Surrounded by her are a circle of friends. Smiles are as common as the air they breathe. Laughs float about the warm room freely.
They invision there hopes...the locked box in their hearts are finally opened to each other and out pours their free flying dreams.
They are happy.
She is happy.
Its 3 am... still the dreams are pouring out as the group of friends lay lovingly sprawled about in the comfort of trusting friendships.
Its 5 am... even still the hopes leak freely.
Its 7 am... eyes grow heavy