It's funny, you know.
When I dance in the rain,
because the sky is dark
and somewhere someone has been struck with a bolt of lighting
the thunder reverberates around the world
and speaks into my soul
and I'm dancing.

I am running and jumping,
the fear of being struck hiding in the back of mind.
"Don't go out, it's not safe"
My conscience warns me.

But I dance, and I dance until my feet fall off
because this world will always be dangerous, someone is going to get struck.
So it might as well be me.
I spin until I slip but then stand back and up and take a bow.

I am a droplet, spinning in the dark.
Landing in the ground, seeping through the dirt.
I mix with blood and tears of the people I couldn't save.
I become one with the earth, because what else am I to do?

The possibility of raw beauty radiates around me.
But the people in this world are dangerous, cruel, selfish.
The capability of empathy. Of fear. The ability to put value onto other's lives,
And were tearing each other apart?

One life. That's all we get.
One life, and we don't know what lies beyond on that, and we have no way of knowing.
Maybe we go to heaven or hell, or become a spirit that's haunts the halls of their lost lives.
Or maybe we cease to exist. Maybe it disappears, maybe we disappear. Completely.
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