I miss dancing,
I miss energy and community
Away from masks and
sickness
Connection love & fun
Not fear of future
It’s up to the stars
our paths
Our fate who knows
It’s not ours to know
Cyree cyraa haha…
Maybe next spring;
Another season perhaps
a man,
Perhaps not I have any
love for lies
Unless they are unto
myself
That I know well but
there’s truth even in that
Bliss doesn’t exist in
this realm
But pretense is a
thing,
Perhaps a new
hairstyle next spring..
Maybe I’ll be skinny
Probably not
Less time for lovers
and more for myself
To be part of an
uprising, an uproar!
Demolishing the structures of society
Would bring strength,
And for my soul,
Would
serve some purpose.
I still miss dancing…
-Anonymous (AU)