dance

i like friends.
people who love you sometimes because of who you are and even more often in spite of it. they aren't obligated to love you like the strained bond of blood. family.
friends help you because they can.


i want to be this person to so many people.
i don't want to be the enemy.
i've never meant to hurt anyone.

i don't really want to.
physical hurt, that can be overcome.
playful words, in jest
these are words forgotten.

heart wounds never heal the same.
ask any doctor, they'll tell you so.


so i have my friends, and i hope they know that they have me.
for my one true goal in the world is to be a friend.
not much more,
not any less.
and the shallow desires i've possessed before,
i hope i outgrow them.
because when you feel that connection,
your heart's voice sings in a deafening tone,
everything else is drowned out,
there's no turning back.

i will not look for love.
if love is right for me,
it can come hunt me down.
i will look for the best of friends,
the new friends,
the new smiles,
new faces,
new laughs,
new sighs,
new bitten tongues,
new shuffling feet,
new yawns,
new hands,
new people, with truth and beauty.

we can bring down the world, with a machine-gun giggle and a bomb made of happiness.

i feel so motivated.
i want to do art,
i want to excel,
i want to ride,
i want to fly,
i want to work,
i want to acheive.

i thought i had forgotten what those words meant,
how the burning flame of initiative burns like the sun, not a candle.

freedom.