In the dim light of the lamp that remains lit, my mind wanders into a world I don't claim myself. This worls is often misunderstood and underestimated; the world in which one desires another but that lingering heart is forbidden. A world where one is willing to risk everything they once believed, their daughters, their friends, their career, and even their lifelong promises for sincerity.
I don't know what goes on in that room I share a wall with, nor do I really want to know. But please tell me: Is it really worth it? Worth the confusion? Worth the glares? Worth the risk? As these questions waltzing to cut time are circling the floors of my brain, in the twirling and tapping of feet that hem of my skirt brushes the same of my father. I risked too much for the affection of another, but my desires are accepted by society. What's the world coming to? When is the craziness going to end? This fallen star unseen by the human eye asks for a shooting one. I wish for Utopia!