to make it all a little more tolerable

Your eyes were big as they rolled like dice and your stomach was filled with poison like mine. Your palms are sweaty and beating to the music and I'm across the room with my heart on my arm, but I'm wearing sleeves. My eyes are smooth like glass and my head is twirling around the room like birds above my head. Bodies move like dancers, only less graceful and more gracious and their eyes are covered with a mask they applied hours earlier.

The only thing keeping me here is the danger of leaving. We're all alone and trying to fight our way out of the dark. Tonight we're all fighting the same way. And it doesn't matter what progress we make or how far we go in, because we're all sleeping alone tonight, whether we're in someone else's arms or not. At least, that's the way it feels for me and as I look at you from across the room and you're grinning because of what's inside of you - I feel like you feel that way, too.