Tendrils

I am a dancer, but only when everyone is asleep and the only company I keep are shadows and the memories I have stolen.

I feel so weightless, sometimes.
Like I am synonymous with the smoke I am breathing, and I could just curl into the sky and find myself in the wake of novas and feel the skeletal hands of the stars.

Maybe if I could wash my hands in fire.
Maybe tonight I will make it over the fence.

I want to run away, but every time the wind talks me out of it.

But we can sing while we are here.
Intimacy is just another kind of addiction.

I follow the night.
I just can't stand the honesty that comes with sunlight.