Out of Step
Every ounce of energy I possess seeps out of my body. I’m done. I’m so done. I’m giving up
Out of Step
I have so many ideas percolating, so many pictures flitting around my brain. I would love to bring them to reality, to create something physical, tangible, from my scattered, selfish brain.
Out of Step
What if there’s a blackout during surgery and they accidentally amputate my leg?
Out of Step
Since I’m sick and tired of wallowing, I’m just diving in without looking back at what I can’t have
Out of Step
Maybe, just maybe, some good has come out of my no longer being able to dance
Out of Step
And that’s when I know this past year had changed me. Because I didn’t hesitate at all
