#otherself
I want to move so I do it in silence
2am dance party
empty dead house, electric mind
Maybe one day you'll see my soft underbelly
Maybe I'll always prefer the shell
But, blooming in hope, I whisper
I can wait forever until you're ready
to put opaqueness to your translucent form
In the meantime
Just give me a glass of that sweet ambrosia
and I'll move forever
swaying on the gods' dancefloor
Sep 20, 2024
Sep 20, 2024 at 6:23 PM UTC