...can my body mimic my mind thrash about go completely crazy?

maybe that's where dancing was invented!
a controlled psycho-emotional display of grace and chaos...

cos humans are typically seen doing stuff all,.... right...

until they get the opportunity to choreograph and then it's like a gift for the senses...that's where ballet came from it's like body bipolar!...

and any other silent contortion...
and these humans designed as such just cannot help themselves but to demonstrate their abilities.

what the hell am I on about?...I never know
I am not choreographed

I have dancing a ballet going on inside my head
and I never know when the show is to commence...

I have so many moves and none of them are ever practiced...

there is no rehearsal for what goes on in my brain

but!...I have front row tickets to whatever production will become itself just from me waking up this day...

and all the energy I expended in the meantime is suddenly transformed into an alien otherworldly personal frenzy.

...making all the time in between seem like it was someone else's time and not mine...and yet I was there and I'm here too

I am everywhere apart from my absence. ...it's mania it's gentle this time.

I forgot to remember what I was supposed to miss
I remember everything I accidentally forgot to forget...

there are no decisions while in my mania...there are only experiences