Dec 2019
on wooden planks,
murmurs turn into movement
a tangible, silk rhythm
where the mute find their voice
in leaps and spins
in the brush of a heel
in between kneecaps
i am a little more me
and a little less She
murmurs turn into movement
a tangible, silk rhythm
where the mute find their voice
in leaps and spins
in the brush of a heel
in between kneecaps
i am a little more me
and a little less She
This week's prompt was "dance".
I don't think I will ever be able to completely let go of dance. Though I don't dance professionally anymore, I will always find comfort in expressing myself in this wordless form of art.
When I dance, I feel less and more like myself at the same time.
I don't think I will ever be able to completely let go of dance. Though I don't dance professionally anymore, I will always find comfort in expressing myself in this wordless form of art.
When I dance, I feel less and more like myself at the same time.
