Letting it float on.

So you're all having a good laugh and you get that feeling again, as the subject arises. You do that thing where you change the subject to what's for dinner or what movie you're going to watch but it steers right back and all you can do is ask questions as if it doesn't really hurt you. Y'know the 'really?' and 'When did this happen?' questions with a smirk as if it's all great craic. All you can do is pretend to be watching what's on TV or go and grab yourself the fifth ice lolly of the night. You come back in 10 minutes once you've picked up the clothes on your floor and got into your jammies at 8 o'clock.

By this point the conversation has steered away from the original event but has got to the point where if you leave they might wonder why. That ball of sand is at the very top of your throat as you hear more and more about it with everybody's point of view thickening and threading together you witness that you haven't spoken in a pretty long time and you have to say your piece. your shoulders shrug down as you try to say how you feel without turning into an emotional wreck and again telling your life story.

You just gotta let it float on.
And you gotta keep dancing, if nothing else.