‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿ The floor hums beneath my feet as I raise my arms, awkwardly, as though I were mocking the elegance and grace of a professional dancer . I twirl once, clumsy but nevertheless free, smiling at the silliness of it all. No sorrow, just the joy of moving, the joy of pretending that endings can be celebrations too. If this is the last step, let it be bright, let it be foolish, let it be ugly, let it be ridiculous. Let it be mine. For in this moment, I am both the performer and the audience, both the joke and the punchline, both the spark that starts and the ash that is the end. And when the music ends, I will not grieve. Let this happiness overbear my inevitable finale, as to not let my final moments be sickened with disenchantment. ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿ I may or may not have an obsession with commas... (◠‿◕)...
I'm probably going to post more short writings, maybe poems too ( ◜‿◝ )♡ !!
