Twinkle

Twinkle twinkle..Oh..its dancing. Across the sky, a star is dancing, doing little cartwheels almost like an afraid creature, memorized by the moonlight shinning down. Or maybe its shivering. Shivering in the coldness, the coldness that isn't just the weather, but causes you to shake when you think about it. And you shiver for no reason, its like someone is constantly walking over your grave..Wouldn't it be weird if that star had a grave? And why are they called stars anyway, they're nothing like the pointed things you imagine them to be.1

But its still in the sky, laughing now at you, and your indepth thoughts about it. Its laughing at the fact you're standing in the middle of the road on new years eve with no shoes on, and you don't know why its funny, but it is incredibly hilarious. If there was one piece of music to accompany this, it would be the one that's haunted you for weeks. And you want to laugh, you want to scream at that poor little star in a good way. You're shaking, you're shivering, but in a way you're dancing too. 2

You always hated dancing. Thought it made you look like a twat, didn't you? But look, you're dancing now, what are you going to do about it? You're slightly insane, and worried that if any of this crazy were to jump out of your skin, they'd lock you up. And you're not afraid of that, but afraid that you might actually like the mental home. Isn't that crazy in itself? 3

There's no explanation of the feeling you're feeling. It would consist of pure happiness and love mixed in together when you really are quite at peace at yourself, at him who looks at you like you're really quite insane, oh but you are, but he doesn't know that. Yet. 4

Are you goign to break things before they even start? Oi, Twinkle, Cut it out. The coldness, the rain, its all sort of a sign that the change you'd been waiting for, the thing to turn it all around, was standing right infront you and all you can do is laugh at a star?5

Twinkle toes, you're still dancing..6