Thoughts… you colorful vibrant dancers that use my brain as a dance floor everyday, please stop dancing your gloomy music. I don’t mind a sad song every now and again, but even as a huge fan, Coldplay all day could be a lot to bear. Perhaps it’s my job to change the tune. The music I give must cause you dread because throughout my whole body I feel your heavy tread.

With my eyes I promise to show you how to let their sights illuminate your flaws with curious new movements. Telescope into this beautiful thing we call life, not question why we’re here, but discover it. Not fear what song comes next, but watch the current one and with wide eyed wonder embrace the next one.

With my my nose I promise to breathe more movement into your dance moves so you never fear not being able to dance a happy tune. Let the variety of scents around me fill you with melodious memories.

With my ears I promise I’ll let the rhythm of conversation flow to you and illuminate you with new dance moves. The sounds of life around me will provide new beats for you.

I grow weary of growing weary of you, of trying to stop you from dancing for my own comfort. I understand I must teach you to dance to the rhythm I wish you to dance to. I promise to play better music, to be the best dance instructor. From now on when the music you dance is a gloomy opera I’ll shake my whole body to switch your tune into a happy salsa. I appreciate you, dearest thoughts and look forward to do away with this horrid battlefield I’ve created for you and build you a marvelous dance floor.