put the pieces together... (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} forgttnfrgmnts) wrote,@ 2007-05-19 14:37:00 |
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window to the soul
i watched a dance yesterday from back stage. the lights were perfect and their costumes were simple. black and red, swishy skirts that lay around the knees, and long sleeves that hung low around their necks. the music was soft, easy, and lyrics were clear. and the girls face, when i saw her dancing, i thought i was going to cry.
do you ever wonder when someone becomes a good dancer?
it's when they can make you feel emotions just by looking at you. it's when you see their movements and they are flawless. every motion they make is drenched in passion. every step they take breaks your heart. and when they stop, you stop. when they start, you start. and when it's over, your mouth is open and your pulse is wild. they cause a frenzy in you, one stronger than any you've ever felt. it's the frenzy of a concentrated emotion, one so utterly pure that there is nothing else.
nothing.
i watched a dance yesterday from back stage. the lights were perfect and their costumes were simple. black and red, swishy skirts that lay around the knees, and long sleeves that hung low around their necks. the music was soft, easy, and lyrics were clear. and the girls face, when i saw her dancing, i thought i was going to cry.
do you ever wonder when someone becomes a good dancer?
it's when they can make you feel emotions just by looking at you. it's when you see their movements and they are flawless. every motion they make is drenched in passion. every step they take breaks your heart. and when they stop, you stop. when they start, you start. and when it's over, your mouth is open and your pulse is wild. they cause a frenzy in you, one stronger than any you've ever felt. it's the frenzy of a concentrated emotion, one so utterly pure that there is nothing else.
nothing.
