i'm surrounded by weakness and ignorance deliberate lifelessness in large masses it's kind of like being the only girl at the party and all of the men are making creepy passes and they swoon and they strut thinking that they might impress when really all i feel is less comfortable in my dress and i'm rolling my eyes and i'm flipping my hair while their fondling their flies and showing their underwear a sharp edged analogy appropriate, i think because it's so unattractive to watch them all sink and i sink into my chair thinking "these werent my plans" repeating the cycle of scan the room, take notes, rest my chin on my hands and while they're all sinking bubbles keep rising to the top and they make small funny noises as the quiver and pop i begin to wonder i wander and invade i can't help but revisit the descisions i've made cuz with every small popping noise comes an echo so loud that by the time it's done sounding i'm on that 9th cloud because no matter how long i'm the only one i'm lucky theres me at all and no matter how quickly they come and go they always leave their markings on the wall and whether it be a quote or a doodle its a lesson none the less and usually when they exit the crowd i feel more confident in my party dress