In my dreams, I’m dancing
Spinning around a large, empty room
I’ve got moves, this girl
Wouldn’t you like to see?
Twirling and dipping
Swinging and tipping
Hands up high
How long since you’ve last let loose?
Emptied your thoughts
Until all that’s left
Is yourself?
And this beat—a one two three four
and a five six seven eight
Raw and unadulterated — this is how I typically feel things. And when I feel these things I think I feel, I write. My little pieces of comprehension have taken the form of words jumbled together on your screen. A masterpiece? Probably not, but welcome to glimpses of this incredible life I get to experience. I do hope you’ll stick around. View more posts
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