i just want to light all the candles in my apartment to chase away the winter darkness- to replace it with warm light. I want to put on my favourite albums and sing and dance. The loneliness can stay outside with the snow. I want a glass of red wine to sip and dribble down my chin. I want to wear my black silk robe against my naked skin, feel it brush over my nipples. Putting on a show for some hypothetical onlooker because I have always been taught to perform. I am a girl. I am a woman.
I am a spectacle.
even alone.