Fade.

I'm tired of long, drawn out stories.
The ones that illustrate everything,
every person,
every action,
every single irrelevant detail.

Let me fade into the background.
Just keep me from being in focus.
I don't need to see or hear.
Or feel or smell.
Let my lack of sense inspire.

But if you really feel the need,
maybe you can convince me
to get on the dance floor
and for once, just once,
be the center of attention.

Dance around me as if we're
the only two on this damned earth.
Know never to follow my advice
or you'll end up like
someone I know too well.