dance

dancing. its one of the best things in the world. its amazing how the simplest movements can bring such joy.

just recently i have noticed how good music sounds when its so loud you can't hear anything else, but it. when its the only thing that fills your mind... urging you to move. to dance. turn it louder yet. hesitating... afraid of being judged; watched. embarrassed. but i was home alone. no one to say whether it was good or not. i began to get more comfortable; moving a bit more. then, forgetting all the things around me, i danced. i held nothing back. i was not concerned about anything. i did not limit myself; i did not question myself. the one thing that i was aware of was the music and the joy and relief that i was filled with. i felt like all my worries were gone... just for a moment. i enjoyed myself. i did not care... carefree i think the word is. i danced.

i have not felt that happy in quite some. i never thought that it could allow me feel that way. i felt no shame. i heard no opinions. i saw no mirrors. not even i could criticize myself. i think i like this thing called dancing; once i found out how to do it. how to enjoy it, and just let it all go. i look forward to the next time i dance. but why do i have to wait? why not just break out dancing? show the world that you just don't give a damn what they think. if they have a problem with it, then thats their issue.

i will no longer be hesitant to dance. i might even busts out a random move every now and then... so watch out. i love to dance.