I want my leg to break.

It’s almost like a one night stand. No wait, a planned romance. Or recurring dreams of a planned romance. Except you’re reciting someone else’s words with all your heart to a tune of a million eyes. Yet you know the plot, you know how it will end. Sometimes, you can get away with anything. Everyone here has done this before. So I act before I even act, I move forward like I know exactly what I am doing, right into the light. It makes me want to curl up. But I shout. I shout every night. And I pray that when I’m done, they will clap.