may is coming to an end now. and nothing is pinned down yet. things are movin thou, not at the speed i'm very please with, but i guess it should do.
many months ago, i was distraught, constantly in the blues, and i could see the wearing off of my skin, layer by layer. its threatening. had i become desperate? i tried not to cry, i cried. i wanted to give up, pack and escape, to leave behind all the misery in the tunnel i'd digged for myself. faith didnt let me to.
the twirls, the circles, the hesitation at that very moment, and then a suave turn right on the beat, the skirt swing up, i laughed.
i just need to be a lil bit more patient.
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