Dancing limbs

What funny little figures we must look like to some aliens. I think of "the birds" that were dancing at Avalon on Sunday and if I look that strange to someone else watching me dance. It's all perception I suppose.

I wrote two poems before driving out to Trader Joe's and Hollywood Video for movie night. One was just a random song that I started singing out loud in my bedroom and the other was something closer to my heart. When Matt came over and joined the small crowd for movie night I thought of Ryan (Baldwin) a lot; don't know why exactly. Could just be my emotion chemicals on the fritz; I never really let go of anything I don't think. I think I just find ways of incorporating the way other people's reality is supposed to fit into my space so that some comfort can be found. I feel like writing a lot more----but not here, creative stuff. Poems, letters, scenes.

I don't want to let go.