Where does your mind travel in dance? I bifurcate awkwardness of expectation, pondering thoughts; how silly we must look; inference’s reflection. Another thread unravels in query, social values, motivations, such odd expressive behavior. What tribes exist here in this alien affair, which are indubiously heretical in this microcosm of jiggling zombified fools. My heady notions whisking me into some odd unsustainable jazz; oh god I can’t save it; so bad. Looking at others for ideas but hopeless to feel well fit in. Shut up, not unique, they all must feel it, soldier on.

Some alien shakes my training; they, in pure emersion; no cognition firing through windows of awareness. What a foreign state of mind. Judgemental, I am not, in the binary sense. Silly, stupid, couched, are moments in time, not labels. You are entropy; a fuzzy statistical oddities bazaar. Deeply curious I am about your forum; unfathomable to off that muse. Anxiety is faceted. Am I the projector, eager to out shine the room; death laser. Is my silhouette of your expectations in focus, is it nice, am I right; hopeless shadows; dark as night. Dance you say. In our own world we stand, peaceful, the walls put up around us, blue skys, happy; a hurricane finds its line.