I had a lovely blog I was starting. It's title was When Did I Stop Dancing...
I guess now. I can't write it. I can't write anything. I am literally shaking.
Everything I did was for reasons
you will never never understand.
That was then and my heart was one piece with
for those moments
when I said yes
as Sylace does.
There is not enough everything left in the galaxy
I spin in...
When I danced a plie meant bended knee
not on my knees, not shaking like this and
my rond de jambe was large and open
it was soft,
I gave it to the audience, but
it was all mine.
I am not Art. I am not a doll, a mannequin, a clay model.
It should have been beautiful, it should have been beautiful,
It. Should. Have. Been.
I'm going to bed.
Where I will pray.