Alone

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Alone

when I'm alone

I drink

and dance

like you wouldn't believe

even if I told you

I sway and sweat

slain in the spirit

when the music touches me

I go where it wants

to take me

when there's no one around

to shake their head

then I shake and cry

and laugh and spasm

all at once

because what's the difference?

you don't have enough skin

to tattoo what I'm feeling

under

it's a horrible means

as I throw myself

around in most dramatic fashion

to a wonderful end

I destroy a little of myself

with a smile

so I can create.

Because they say you die twice

you know

it's a wonderful end

I can't help but wonder

if this comfort doesn't lessen

my chances at trying it another way

if I had all my wasted hours back

would I rather waste them with you?

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That was...difficult, but maybe more true than anything I've written in a long time. I may be on to something here. No promises, but stay tuned. 

There you have it, post number twenty. (approach with trepidation, I mean it)