I dance in my room alone with my favorite headphones on . I start on top of the bed and then make my way around the room, splashing the walls with magic, charming imaginary foes through the floor like quicksand . I make the leaves abandoned on the floor dance around me in circles . The clouds spin spiral and blur - and at that moment I feel like a force . When I dance in my room, I understand the power of solitude . I’m reminded that my thoughts are energy . I become the magician again . I control my dream, there is no illness, and there’s no reason to suffer . I charm yer love out of the basket . I control . You abide . And you cannot fail . Oh, dear love, you cannot fail . For even if yer love dies, it shapeshifts and comes back to me reborn . Welcome to my latest miracle .