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Post by ashlynn on Feb 9, 2011 20:32:38 GMT -5
If these words these simple finite disputable empty silly words could not escape. Could not be rested from her hands, find the path from her heart, from her chest could not be released like an exhaled breath then maybe it would be dance that could escape her. That could travel threw her with an unseen force and guidance. Find the cracks and fractures in her bones, and the places in between. The breath, and emotion that lingepurple inside of her, and corrupted her body in it's movements. Made walking impossible, and lead it to dancing to her steps her body saught to find without music, her body craved to find in every breath that release and escape that fed the human soul and would release her from this cage of skin and bone, since her hands would work to send her mind wondering, another medium would have to do to satisfy her cravings.
escape is the only option
Dance removed all logic from her bones, from her mind and body it all fled like it'd been bled out somewhere else in the dark. It took everything out of her bones and body till she felt like she was left with nothing. Everything that'd clung to her skin like little imperfections little shadows of her past, and life that clung to her skin were expelled in the dance studio. Lies, cigarette smoke, burns, tears, laughter, pain, everything was gone here, because when she danced she felt as if nothing was her own, she exposed everything she was, she tore back her glamour, her fake smile and plastic laughs that she sometimes slip. Slowly she removed them and the grime that'd floated on her skin, but yet, even with the movement she felt so caged in and locked in, she wanted to scream and shout, but she couldn't. She couldn't do anything, she couldn't feel anything, she was a nothing on the inside, she forced herself to be blank.
She'd tried once to feel everything as it all hit her and nothing good had come from that, she'd been torn apart by her own emotions, and nearly destoried her. So she was allowed once a week, once a week to be herself as no one saw her. She rented the dance studio at the school during dance teams break right before they left when they all were in a meeting, and the studio was empty and she filled it, pumped the room filled with the sounds for Personal by Stars, and moved her body in the only way she could, in the way the music let her be. Her legs flew into the air gliding along with the music, until she rolled on the floor and moved along with the music and threw herself in the air. The music played, a sad song, she tried to let everything out, jumping in the air and twisting her body around with one leg out, not stopping until she came down on it wrong, and once she stopped she couldn't start once more. Her body heaved with heavy breath and her eyes closed before laying back on the floor of the dance room listening to the fading beats of the music. Sometimes it was best to be alone.
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