solitude

i sashay across my room regardless. i trip over old clothes, stubbing my toes in every twirl. i pant loudly, each breath fighting within my lungs. the uninspiring walls are easy to ignore in darkness. i won’t even notice cluttered surroundings catching layers of dust. as the music crescendos, my elaborate dance begins. it is imperfect, but when i am alone, the only norms are my own. 

posted 25.4.2025