dancin'

hey.

i love to dance. 

and i'm not a ballerina, or a tap dancer, or a hip hopper.

but i just dance whatevaa.

and my dancing buddy is Logan.

we could dance forever and ever.

in the rain, on top of a car, at a gas station,

in a forest, on top of a mountain, in a parking lot, 

in the car,

screaming out of the sunroof.

and i have not hung out with her in days and days.

last time i saw her was only for a minute or two.

goodness! this is so sad.

i miss you, Lo!

last night i felt like dancing.

so i did, although it was just for a little bit.

it sets my heart free! 

like a little winged creature released from it's cove in the dark.

-mals