A Different Type Of Courage

prospective orchestras begin to chime and a thousand kisses slow to the speed of light. traffic picks up in the grocery stores as if all are hungry, hunger for change. twinkling lights catching your eyes and leaving your mouth half opened, you think about everything and anything all at once. i've gone and thought of too many things to tell you. words snapping at my lungs and i feel myself catching my breath as if now is not the time to say goodbye to it. rapid chaos swirls in the sky and today is the day to say it. spots of a dalmatian all different and cohesive like my feelings for you. a different type of courage, with a side of the liquid kind for smoother sailing, smooth sailing. stomping on reality, with shoes made from the most precious of metals and you like the clink like a toast at a fancy reception, one you weren't invited too but sneaking in made it that much more beautiful. pretty little strangers all dressed to the nines wanting change, wanting something new and there you were. different. new. a change from their typical family and friends scene, you were the different. standing there, almost blending in, your mouth wearing pride like a souvenir you being to sway to the music with thoughts in your head, the ones you want to share with someone, the words that have risen from your lungs lay flat on your tongue and as you toy with the notion of spilling them over, over someones ears, you spill your glass and your spotted, the outsider. the different. the one who doesn't belong and you go from blended to exposed and you and your spots, spots like a dalmatian are asked to go.