Midnight Blue

I’m the king with no subjects

The vain man with no crowd

The drunk twat who’s always so fucking loud

And you’re the rivers and mountains

Maybe even the oxygen itself

You’re the wind that carries me from place to place

The only high I always chase

I felt like a flower that had just endured weeks of hail and rain, finally feeling the soft kiss of the sun, and knowing that somehow, someway, things would be all right. Maybe not tomorrow, and certainly not today, but they would.

The most important dance you’ll have in your life is one that does not require music.