A Beautiful Revolution

"I can sense him sitting there, in the corner of the room, smoking his Havana cigar, vigorously noting my every move in his moleskin pad. The way I smile. The way I almost allow the opinions that fill my head to scatter across a room full of strangers. The way I flirt, curtsey; humbly bow to anyone that looks me straight in the eye. The way my shyness covers the fear of contributing to the debate. The way he shakes his head as my confidence builds. The way he checks his watch the moment my heart begins to fall. The way he knows my deepest secrets - if I don't play your game - you can't beat me. If I don't raise my hand - you can't reject me. If I don't stand up - you won’t notice me. If I tell you I'm stupid - you'll never see how smart I sometimes think I am. He's always watching. Always. I hope he isn't watching me tomorrow ..."

"Every breath you take."
a beautiful revolution