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Its perfection.
body poetry.
I close my eyes and move and bend through the air.
Not worrying about purpose or what I look like.
The sound is guiding my soul making it move in beautiful patterns.
Mentally I feel stunning. and visually transparent for I am alone in the dark.
It doesn't matter. I don't even speak till I feel tired.
I gain my control and focus on breath. It was a good ten minutes of bliss.
All I can handle for now before I faint.
It will take more hits. More quits. more practice and more vids.
But Its new and beautiful and I love doing it.
I often speak so much from my mind. Its time to let my body do the talking.
I a little wierd feeling at first but the high is phenomenal.
I speak in rythems not tongue for once. A silent story of heartache and life.
But it feels real. I can handle this one. I can't overdose on this one.
People will still judge on this one but in a different way.
Its a new form of art I truly think I will grow to love.
I now must add it to my long list of hobbies.
But this is meant to be.
This feeling meant for me.
This is the drug called dancing.