Life is a hollow empty cocoon, that we all stare from. Cool night, high up. My bare feet, naked body in the dark, the wind on my skin, on the edge, looking down, thinking about my ways? My Itsy-bitsy cute feet: listen to me. Keep listening to me. If I want to dance here, free from consequence, spin on tippy-toes on the stage edge of this world, listen to me. Let me.
For nothing really matters in the end. Only this one last reprieve, this thought, this last great performance, of life love lost.