The evening washes
over me
like a velvet blanket
soft and smooth.
Only in the dark
am I really me.
Only then am I really
free.
Free to be who
I want to be.
I'm not a face.
I'm not a size.
Only in the dark
am I weightless.
Only in the dark
I can fly.
I can soar high
above all,
floating and dancing
to the music in my soul.
Friends with myself,
I laugh out loud
in the moment, giddy.
Giddyness of being free,
free to be just me.
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