The night is still at large and so does the dance spirit. It does get on me real tough and even tougher when things get rough. I only knew what dances of divine really meant when I first got my feet into the dance two years ago. And my world changed forever.
Bit by bit it got on me and crawled into my clump head. It began thinking about dancing all day whenever my mind got a peek. Until later I began imagine of the dances to my sleep with a smile on my face. In my dreams, I reflected myself dancing to the exotic tunes and moved to eternity, to the glittered lights, on the spotlights, under shining stars. My favorite pair of shoes has changed to a pair of plain soft black leather twined of tiny black cords with padded leather sole for dance practice. It’s called jazz shoes and it’s made to fit my feet. Never before, this time was real. It was not nothing near this high when I went to jazz dance class 15 years back.
It’s a mystic movement that has gone beyond my imaginary, yet became real and indispensable. What was “euphoria” I have never knew until the music has become another element and never before as tangier when I got to dance. My mind drifted away, away from the whole world, to the world of my own.
In my own space, in my sacred twilight and to my heart desire, like there is nothing in this world to bother me for heaven or earth, I want to dance and dance like there’s no tomorrow, ever again.
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