floating, moving this familiar feeling mind getting louder.
Found this June 2021 haiku sitting randomly in my phone. Thought I should post it here. Such a heavy, difficult year. I can tell just from the words that I was a different person back then. Definitely not so emotionally mature as I am now.
how many times can I say that I miss dance; mind full of choreo
argentine tango, salsa, cha cha cha, samba and contemporary are some of my favourites. Then there’s the “club dance” genre, coming up with impromptu steps, maybe choreo.