I walk in slowly, shyly, solely, lost, and shaking. Crystal beams of light shine on the floor and everyone is dancing. There are masked faces all staring, spinning, dancing to a phantom singing. Formal gowns are blowing, my only face is showing and uncertainty is growing. I am looking, waiting, pushing, screaming my way to someone I feel I should be reaching. The orchestra starts slowing The masque shatters into mirrors, without anyone knowing... And shards of strangers laughing, do not care where they are going. Running away under the night sky, my feathers tearing, floating, clouds snowing, all around me stars are falling. I being understanding- the beauty in expanding, the song that I've been dancing, to whom these stars I'm handing I look out of a snow globe, where everyone is faking, that someone keeps on shaking, the plot that i was making, a picture I was taking, of the mirror shards I found you raking.
