Playing With Fire
They say if you play with fire, you're going to get burned.
Well I don't play. I dance. I immerse myself in it. I submit to the pain and let the orange-blue monster melt away my skin, to see what will be there when at long last I am extinguished.
People tell me I'm attracted to bad situations, and I can't help but agree. Maybe it's that I'm covered in drama fuel, so when my clumsy ass trips and falls into a small fire, my whole life goes up in flames. Or maybe it's that bad ideas disguise themselves as cute little pink bunnies, and who doesn't love bunnies? Either way, the point of this is that I didn't just play with fire Friday night. I tangoed with the Devil himself. And in retrospect, I should have brought pepper spray.
Well I don't play. I dance. I immerse myself in it. I submit to the pain and let the orange-blue monster melt away my skin, to see what will be there when at long last I am extinguished.
People tell me I'm attracted to bad situations, and I can't help but agree. Maybe it's that I'm covered in drama fuel, so when my clumsy ass trips and falls into a small fire, my whole life goes up in flames. Or maybe it's that bad ideas disguise themselves as cute little pink bunnies, and who doesn't love bunnies? Either way, the point of this is that I didn't just play with fire Friday night. I tangoed with the Devil himself. And in retrospect, I should have brought pepper spray.