i was standing on my own two feet. you were dancing with me. i feel the dainty wrist draped over my shoulder. hand hanging down delicately, finger tips softly moving across my jacket. and things came to light that never have before.
this time tomorrow, all will be back to norm. chaotic, uncontrollable norm. but now, we sway silently. heads aglow, eyes not shut but unfocused, senses narrowed, breathing. not knowing tomorrow to exist. only knowing now. just. now.
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