There are times I want to dance and scream my favorite songs on the top of my lungs, feel the beat reverberating in my entire body. I'd make an idiot out of myself in those moments. But they only come in times when I don't have anyone to dance with. Sometimes I feel like going out and asking someone to dance with m
Then there are people who when you start to make a fool of yourself, others staring with narrowed eyes, whisper, "You look like an idiot."
You look like an idiot.
Isn't that it? The point. Isn't that the point? That I don't care. I am rarely carefree, and the moment comes along, and you tell me I look like an idiot? In this precise moment, I don't care. I simply don't. Yet, I give in. "Okay, I'll stop."
Okay, I'll stop.
The person I'm looking for is someone who let's me be that person that doesn't care what others think. It's just for a brief moment that I open myself up and I wish I could be that person more. I don't open up, period. I don't like to talk about my feelings. I don't like to talk about my thoughts. Not the ones that really matter in life, anyways. Everything I do say (and post) in public is crazily vague or something less important than something that makes me cry. Crying is too much of a weakness to me. Naked. I feel naked.
Naked.
All I can hope for is to find someone who will hold me when I can't hold it in any longer. And I'm grateful for the friends who let me crack open for a brief moment.
Dance with me. In bright lights where everyone can see. And let's scream on the top of our lungs.
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