I get up in the morning and i drink my coffee. Nescafe if I'm lucky.
If my mother is dancing around the living room or doing the dishes or
putting on her make up my mood is lifted from the gray remains of my dreams
and i want to dance alongside her.
If i hear a good song on my little blue i pod which has survived through several messy handbag emptying times and being frozen because it's owner doesn't quite understand
the meaning of casing up a metal object in order for it to work..(lesson learnt) well if a good song starts to synchronize to the beat of my stride
then i am dancing down the streets of Burslem to pick up a pint of milk and some ciggies.
If i go around to my friends house and she tells me of when i used to pick the scabs of my legs in primary school or come in wearing the opposite of everyone else, well I'll laugh at how the i haven't changed that much.
And a million drunk strangers can tell me I'm beautiful when im out and still wander off with someone else and the smile won't fade from my lips. I can do an extremely long and uncomfortable shift at a nightclub and not complain about the pennies paid to me. Earning my own money is inspiring to my little brother.
Its my birthday at the end of the month, the date happens to coincide with the day i need to pay my rent which is as scary as the thought of getting back with an ex.
Realistically, you can sing the words to a song without meaning it. Truthfully, we just want to show off our voices.
Zara
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