Stumped

Swamped with assignments.
Moodiness scattered everywhere.
Uncertain weather messing up her hair.
Gone an interview.
Lost a self battle.

Broke a hole in her pocket.
It isn't getting any easier.
Unfocused thoughts.
Wanting a long slumber.

Divertion

I saw a guy stripped butt-naked

and then a batallion of butt-naked guys running around....

Yeap...twice.

That's prosh week for you.

Dance

The floor filled with pairs.
Jazzy music for a social dance.
Colourful twirls and tricky footsteps.
Its exciting and plain to see how people have passion in movements, stares - the all in all emotion of how we could forget about the world.

Swing into motion.
A sense of calamity.
How the mind makes up most of what we see, what we feel.
If only we could dance our troubles away.
If only we could tap dance to rhythms.
If only we could swing into a happy mood as easily.
Noise would sound like music.
And every step would be spontaneous.