dance dance dance
. . . a house where it's a common occurance for homeless men to be found sleeping on our living room floor. A house where you see a man count his pennies for the next 40oz before his morning shift at an under the table job . . .
I don't feel sorry for them but tears still threaten to fall. I feel sad because of what I see in the lives of these men. It makes me sad to know what greatness could unfold from good mens hands. . . and it fills my heart with sorrow watching them place those rough hands back in their pockets.
fuck.
I need to dance tonight. let go. dance. let go. dance.
I don't feel sorry for them but tears still threaten to fall. I feel sad because of what I see in the lives of these men. It makes me sad to know what greatness could unfold from good mens hands. . . and it fills my heart with sorrow watching them place those rough hands back in their pockets.
fuck.
I need to dance tonight. let go. dance. let go. dance.