Thursday, July 7, 2011
i was tired. it was summer. we simply wanted to be loved. we had a music that finally penetrated the cold wall that we'd built in our chests. a sound that could crack the walls of our prison and allow us to .......release. when we mop on the dancefloor, we are ridiculed. no more we say. we will remain on the fringe no longer. we are a movement unto ourselves. we are the sad kids. the tear drop tartars. i'm slump-3. i make sad step. i listen to sad step. everything else is vain optimism. we will be seen. our pain will be heard. this is a place for sad steppers to find solace and share their music, and languishing hearts. let's find each other, in the dark.