The Quiet Things That No One Ever Knows

We hold hands as we dance around in a circle, with our hearts tied to our heads. We don’t know how to not be happy now so nothing else matters. No matter how much we talk and learn about the other, nothing changes and our feelings are forever entangled. The vulnerability makes it hurt, but everything else feels perfect. We are attached but not knotted, we sit still as we spin around ourselves. Not only do we dance; we sing and laugh and feel and love. We are ourselves to the brim, and we don’t know of another way to be.

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