The swirls of arms and chests and legs turning twisting and dancing.
The colors of love equals love I'd love to come down to sit in all this
movement. The music, the history, on my mind. Who's there I don't know
closer to let go feels so good. I danced, looked, and sat. We raised our arms
and made some peace signs. The love, the word, ah the world, has
grown up, I am different from being in that space. In the club I changed,
more than my jacket coming down upon my waist. I lived for others by
being there like myself to live with and unlike myself. I who I was, I grew
closer to my future the truth.
About the Creator
Scott Horn
I went to school at UNLV. The Runnin Rebels Learning at their institution of higher learning. I enjoy listening to music The PS 22 Chorus of Staten Island New York is my favorite pastime to watch for on the inter
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