i’m just imagining

It’s so easy to lose yourself in a room of people, to transform into someone different and more radiant than how you feel inside. It’s like a veil falls over your dullness, rebranding you as loved and vintage rather than used and worn out. It doesn’t feel good to think- it feels right to keep moving, to run and twirl and sip until reality spins out and replaces itself with peach hues and bad ideas, warm remedies for a broken heart. That night, beautiful lies are told. Storied records are broken. Timeless classics are born.