people who glow

”Fuck!”

he said

and ran over to the CD player again.

He says “fuck” a lot. Maybe too much. I’m not sure.

But who cares anyway?

Everything’s simple these days, in a good way though; everything’s a mess as well – how is that even possible? I mean the simplicity and all the mess mixed together? Hm. Ah well. Last week something made me think a lot about chaos and escape and I really made an effort to find a pattern in my life. Not too surprised I managed to find it; I am great at analyzing everything way too much. And then I thought “Now what? What am I supposed to do with this pattern?”. Maybe I don’t want everything to be in order or everything to be just fine;

I kinda like the emotional chaos.

Then it was Monday and I went dancing again.

“This is about sex, come ooon!” he said showing us a part of the Chicago choreography and well aware of how we would react to his words and the way he moved his body.

He glows. I like people who glow.

I wish he could drag my light out to the surface and make me glow again, too. I think I need to become a better dancer to glow more.

I went home that night feeling stronger and freer than I have for a really long time.