liquid soul

When I see Sally, her bold golden fringe bounces on her forehead when she laughs. She animates her talking with her eyes and her hands. She sings, she dances, her mind spins a mile a minute and it's hard for me to keep up with her. It makes me frustrated but I don't show it because no one likes a buzzkill. By the way, what do people like?
and more importantly,
does it matter?
This is to all the liquid souls out there.
Keep up the good fight.
Don't evaporate.
Maybe being yourself (even if you don't know what it is) is better than

being someone else's self
and then when they leave, feeling emptier than ever.
and then when you're alone,
having to feel,
completely - unreal.