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life comes in moments.
i find the flicker of a small childs eye as insperation for us being inwined in my woumb.
someday our story will be perfect and all the tears will be wiped from our eyes.
i know that the world seems so vast and someties we feel like no one loves us let alone pays attention to us. but we have more than added friends and a popularity contest to win. we are the ones who can change our destiny. we can be the change we want to see in the world. i am most alive when the memories of you and me form in my mind. live life simple and love. sometime i am caught up in all of my pain. some things i can even tell. sometimes i feel like i am so much older than i am. i feel like the older i get life takes a little peice of my innocence away. i hate the phrase the real world. because that world is filled with hurting people. when i dance i want to heal wounds. sometimes you cant speak  hurt you can only move through it. people offend you with there narrowmindedness. i offened with my attitude sometimes. and what is it all worth. 80 years? dance is the moment but it can transate to generation after generation. there will alwas be movement in the earth. when you see a picture of your movement on someone else it makes themundain spectacular. why do we feel like we need to control? we are just the muse of movent that has come to rest in our bones. we are the carriers f a precious git not shared by many. to not dance is to die. i find my self dream dancing. i found that destiny is not somthing pre set  but every pice of us is for us and even if we know or are not aware of our destiny that it is atracted to us. it gravitates to us. i am not scared that my limbs will grow weak and i will loose dance. i cannot loose it because it is destiny for ever with me. people may not undertand hour after hour in rehersal time. they might not even understand placing movement into phrases or working on a living breathing art piece performing it and then abandoning it for another persuit. it doesint make sence. but i am persuaded that im  dancer first a human second.

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