I'm dancing again.
Thank God.
It's like water to a thirsty desert, light to a creature in darkness, morphine to one who's in pain.
It's a soothing balm to my soul.
And yet, it's a flame that's ignited and now consumes everything in its path. It's the frustration of desiring and never having, dreaming and never achieving.
It's pain and pleasure. It's my sanity and my madness. It keeps me going, it wears me down. It's manic excitement, it's mundane waiting. It's joy and despair.
Where would I be without dance in my life?
