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jessica mcread Jul 2011
I want to dance.
I want the rush of energy to spread through my spontaneous body.
I want to move the way she does.
To be able to sway with that coordination and elegance and vitality.
To hide from my inhibitions just long enough to be alive.
I want that confidence and that joy.
My heart beats fast as I spin around and my hands find a home somewhere in the sky.
Its all natural, its all right, and I am there.
I am the one experiencing.
Then when others see me, they want to dance too.
Why can’t I dance?
jessica mcread Jul 2011
The universe is growing at a terrifying rate,
But my stagnant world stands still.
The stars pull, and the planets dance a waltz,
But the gravity that twirls them around and around has pinned me down here.

Symphonies at my fingertips, worlds within reach,
But I don’t care.
These shadows cover so much of what I want to understand,
They follow me around till nothing else matters.

— The End —