She rises and falls like a reposed breath before an entire world's visage in her encircled arms. The incandescent glow of the stage has an intoxicating quality to it, the music being something liquid, viscous.
As notes thrum in tender and soothing caresses, her legs supple, twirl like petals cascading under the weight of raindrops, giving way to a lush surrender steeped in a language of love and need. Her very fire and impassioned soulfulness lifts her up above the crowd itself, burning for all to see.
In this moment now her timelessness enraptures me. Another part of myself awakens to her grace and renders me gratefully whole. A sense of euphoria slow dances its way from her being to mine, consuming every piece of my body in a fiery bloom— charging me with a crackling, electrifying force unlike my mere own.
I can see now that this is what she was born to do— to be on pointe, seeing everything. Any instances of worldly fear is left to the dying. The rhythms of her old pains, tribulations of past destructions, are now buried beneath her feet. And her radiant smile while she dances still speaks to me gently— that to be free is to be wonderfully lost in her waltz with destiny.
I'm finally back!! :) The past two months have been crazy hectic with a lot of work, so I apologise for the long hiatus. Here's a longer piece for you to enjoy. As always, thank you for reading dear friends! BT x