SItting in class; I hear blaring music form her headphones, the hum of the AC, mindless small-talk of water and how sad the world is. It's cold.

...and eventually, the entire world will sigh in agreement -

"We are our own downfall."

tossing and turning and thinking and dwelling and screaming and crying and nothing.

boom, swish, pow, twist - tonight you're mine and tonight we'll combine into something so brilliant no one will know which is who.

i hear that beat and i move in ways that will embarrass me tomorrow, but tonight i don't care, because tonight all that matters is movement.