A/N: I write what I feel.
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My feet sweep lightly across the polished wood and I press the soles of my right foot to lift myself. My head relaxes and falls backwards, the air conditioning in this room blows on my face. It calms me.
I am flying.
The floor glides me to the left side of the platform, then the right, with grace I bring my arms in the air and twirl until I feel a nearby wall and I crumble to the ground. I breathe, show my face and cast my chesnut hair behind my shoulders and crawl on the floor.
The music is captivating, it lours me in.
Pushing, I bring my legs above my head and feel the blood rushing down to my arms and chest. I let my feet fall first to give me enough strength to rise slowly. I tilt to touch the floor to graze my fingertips along the dust and let it float behind me as I soar through the air.
I catch myself.
I crash on my left knee, it weakens and beats with pain, but I twirl with my hands clutching each arm. My expression is pained, not from my fall.
The music is expressing loneliness and hurt. The woman singing is trying to get her point across and you can only do so much when you sing. I dance for her.
My eyes close. I let my arms go and reach for an imaginary somebody to put their arms around me and kiss my hair, my cheeks, my neck. Kiss me now, please.
I am pathetic.
There is nobody there. I cover my mouth and let go a sob, my body swirls but pulls back in a 'stop-stop' motion. My legs lock and my arms flail.
Catch me.
My back bend brings my legs over and I peel my hair away from my sweaty face and look around. There is nobody there.
I have my hands do the work for me, I am brought up with ease to my shaking feet. My toes curl when I let out a shaky sigh.
Boom.
I fall to the floor, hitting my elbows then my knees. I curl up in a ball and cover my face with trembling hands. I am out of breath and tired.
I am dancing.
A/N: Your opinions are more than welcome:)
Elisa - Dancing.
