I just want to dance.
No judgement.
No corrections.
I want to hear the world whispering its secrets again,
and I want to answer with a scream.
Be another me.
I want to step, barefoot,
and stumble as I go.
I want to taste the rain,
the warm and colourful one.
(The grey London rain doesn't suit my purple lips)
I want to know that I don't know, and
I want to decide what to decide.
