The sweet majesty of your cosmic rhythm, keeps the galaxy’s feet dancing to the beat of your transcendent individualism.

She danced in the shower of my words & I fell softly: Upon her.

i am anearthquake& dancemost heavilyupon all myfaults.

If you can dance like raindrops, there will always be sunshine.

You never forget how to dance, you just learn to filter the calls. You never forget how to play, you just need bigger balls. You stopped letting yourself fly and became an old fart. You didn’t forget how to love, you’re just using the balls in your head instead of the eyes of your heart.

You're such a sweet catastrophe you dance disastrously on my mind, distracting me with beautiful texts to crash into each other's lives.

Some bow to the spirit of collectivism, while you ascend to the spirit of your own eclectic rhythms.