“Bring on the Dancing Horses”

Bring on the dancing horses, headless and all alone
Shiver and say the words of every lie you’ve heard

First I’m gonna make it
Then I’m gonna break it till it falls apart
Hating all the faking
And shaking while I’m breaking your brittle heart

So, here we are: pandemic/war/and a sociopath purchasing Twitter just BECAUSE HE CAN. Wow. And I used to think that I was really messed up.

“Shiver and say the words of every lie you’ve heard”…

I think if I actually did that, it would be almost never ending…

Sometimes, I really think that it’s a small miracle that I’m still “here” in the physical realm because I’ve certainly had my emotional reserves tested.

Does this mean that I have resilience? Maybe.

Does this mean that I have “character?” Possibly.

Does this mean that just maybe I’m a punk at heart? Meaning: I’m quite ready, willing and able to say “Fuck Off” to people/places/things that no longer serve any real and viable purpose in my life? Because if that’s the case, then so be it. There’s a very real freedom and certain liberation in doing/saying that.

“Hating all the faking” — yea, that too. A million times over. That too.

“And shaking while I’m breaking your brittle heart” — my dear kind and beautiful heart that wants to always see…