Late night ramblings

There is something else i want to say, but i can't quite seem to find the words. A sentiment that lies hidden or buried, waiting to be expressed, something about change and friendship or love and living between two places. Something about the clouds and rain and the touch of your skin, something about the colour of the sun light in winter and how summer always ends. Something about the feeling of losing what was never mine to begin.  And if i were a poet I'd have the rhyme to say,  I'd write the words to touch a nerve and wish my heart away. But I am a dancer who's limbs can no longer express, i have lost the agility to convey the depth of sentiment and feeling. The only thing i know is there is a choice and there is cake, there is pleasure and pain, there are meaningless words on paper and the slow dance in the rain. There is the cold that creeps into my bones, there is the life with you and the one i have when i am alone. There are two people here inside this body, and they live and love and laugh differently, they have two homes. I know the person in the mirror is sometimes not me, but is a reflection of who i think i am. This is just the night talking, i am half asleep.