"Have you ever been in that situation where your out of control of your own destiny?
Where you want to go back to a moment and erase all events?
This is one of those poems dedicated to one of those situations. Except now I am trying to make light of it."
"He leaned back in his seat, crossing his ankles.
The stage flooded in light, and a whisper ran
through the crowd.
A girl danced onto the stage, her hands intertwined above her
head. Her legs moved like the wind, soft and smooth. He held his
breath in awe, watching her. She wore an orange dress, the color
of autumn, and her face was that of a stone-figure. The music
that wrapped around her tiny body was elegant, and got louder. He
leaned forward now, uncrossing his ankles and studying her"
"The story of a girl who was lost."
