I taught myself to waltz
so I could dance with
the skeletons in your closet.
It's a gruesome sight
as we spin through the silence.
Silence broken only by whispers
of your secrets divulged to me.
And I learned that I was
dancing with the devil.

It is my theory
that we are all connected.
From the thread around your finger
to the ribbon on her wrist
and the rope tightened on my neck.
Every action has a consequence,
because when you pull on the string;
*something unravels.

think of all the people you've ever met,
and all the conversations that have ever left an impact on you.
think of all the thoughts that those words prompted in you,
and all the actions they led to,
which went and touched more people than you can count.
innumerable words and thoughts,
little cosmic representations of the
souls of people touching us
every.single.day.
your life is forever and inexplicably interconnected with a million others.