DancingDancing, swirling toes barely on the ground. The dewy grass tickling my feet ever so gently, as if a hundred butterflies kiss their soles. A melody rings in my ears only I can hear and I dance. The stars above me twinkle and shine with their unearthly light, they seem to pulse with the same rhythm that I hear in my soul. Soon I fall exhausted down to stare up at the heavens. They remain as far from me as home originally seemed. Once home was a place of hell, of fear and dissolution. That was where I learn how to not dream, how to suppress the music of my soul, where I learned that the dance would not flow. I longed for eDancing
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