I going let one song move me

Da song stay loud and I stay moving and get nobody in hea fo have one opinion about none of um. I going do dis way mo often. Um wen cost me three minutes and um wen change da temperature of da whole evening, and dass one return I would not believe suppose somebody wen describe um to me.

Da floor stay doing dat ting floors do wen da volume stay up. I stay out of breath mo fast den I wen expect and laughing about um. Get someting on top one shelf buzzing little bit and I not going do notting about dat either. Da neighbors can manage. Um one song.

I wen stop doing dis at some point wit no eva deciding to. Somewea between being one person and being busy, three minutes of joy quietly wen stop making da list, and notting wen arrive fo replace um. Nobody wen take dis away from me. Um wen fall off da edge while I was dealing wit tings dat wen seem mo important at da time and mostly nevah was. Da tings dat get cut first, dose always da ones nobody else stay waiting on, which mean dey almos always da ones dat wen exist purely fo me. Dass one strange filter fo run one life tru and I wen run um fo years. Nobody schedule joy, and az why um da first ting fo go and da las ting fo come back.

Three minutes, dass notting, and um change da temperature of one whole evening. Dis da mos cheap good ting available to me and I keep forgetting dat um exist, which stay one genuinely strange ting fo be bad at. No mo barrier in hea. No equipment, no scheduling, no skill, no cost, no preparation, no oddah person required. Da only reason I no do um, dass cuz um no occur to me, and dass one problem I can solve by deciding one time instead of by deciding every day. Three minutes stay available to me on da mos worse day I eva going have.

So I going play da one I love, loud, and I going move fo three minutes. Junk kine not only allowed, dass mos of da point, cuz doing um good would require one audience and get none. Three minutes. One song. No warm up, no reason, and no plan fo wat happen aftahwards. Den I going back to whatevah I was doing, three minutes mo light den I was.

Still out of breath. Still smiling. Three minutes.