in china i danced alone to the smiths in some strange rooftop bar, not even lonely at all.
girls who dance.
girls who sing.
people who sit alone in crowded bars. i don't understand and will always understand their desire to be close to the crowd but not in it. in the middle of the dance floor,
i too, prefer the darkness.
if you asked me, i would ask for the quiet at 5:43am
when no one is mad at me because i haven't screwed up,
and my sorries haven't piled up,
and i'm running to catch the first metro
to get to work on time.