turn me, turn me on

Remember those fingerprints I inked into your skin? Go ahead and keep them. Remember the lies I weaved into your life? Go ahead and forget them. Remember all the times I begged for you to hear? Go ahead and erase them. I left my footprints in the sand and my truths inside a mind. I danced to the Technicolor flair and felt the threads entwine. This isn’t about reality. This is all about touching lives. This is about living on the edge and letting sanity slip through your fingers. Who needs it? This is about standing up and speaking out and living love out loud.  We’re no longer keeping score. (fear has no place here, anymore.)