Dancing mirror to Frank Ocean. Letting my body move to beat a until I work up a sweat.
Thoughts flood my mind.
Be positive, be happy, be productive… sure
As if no one ever gets sad, lonely, weak, abused, and angry.
Maybe that’s just me.
Let me hide mine…then.
Now that I’m in a higher vibration and soaring above pain and frustration I use the rhythm and the beat to rush over a tuneful sequence to numb my restless inner voice.
Dance with me.
Feel it all float out of your finger tips. Letting in swirl around you and take your soul and quite the monsters that live inside your mind.
Now let go….
C. L Cunningham
I’m one of the broken revived and still fighting.