Better

Remember that night.
I was surrounded all alone.
They suffocated me.
I danced in the street.

And it felt good and stupid and pointless and meaningful.
Better than nothing.
Now I lose track of the days.
And not in the good way.

A good song was playing and I danced.
I wish it were still that simple.

I danced alone.
Because I am alone.
And that's okay sometimes.