scarlet letter on your arm.

guilt. a stain on a shirt. the mess behind closet doors. you try to ignore it, but it never goes away.

after a while, what you see will no longer be what you get. hypocrisy, the humid air around you, layers upon layers of reasons and motives. so thick, you can't see past it any longer.

regrets pushed to the back of your mind. and all you ever do then, is to try your best to hide the past with the future. the buzzing silence that's always there.

and as you look back on your past, and into the mirror, you find that you've become that one person that you promised yourself back then, that you'll never become.

but why not just dance along to the music? keep up with the time, learn the steps,

and dance.