On Monday, I wrote this.

When I gaze up at the sky

On a summer night.

It feels like snowflakes in July,

without the pavement being white.

I am walking down the street,

with my shoes in my hands.

Suddenly joy hits my feet,

and I start dancin' where I stand.

I don't know yet how I should continue.

I have a rhythm that goes with it, but I'm kinda' stuck right now.

I guess I'll figure things out.

You guys must think I'm boring as hell. (: