I have had trouble getting my thoughts into words, now my head has cracked open and let out some words. I've read my stories, stories that missed the essence of…..me…this, this me again. I'm relaxed while my mind is racing or something like that. Oh, I'm also curious, oh so curious.....where will I be eventually?
Dance...is it true? Are you what I've been searching for? Are you really as magnificent as I imagined. My heart stopped for a second when someone told me I could not combine study and dance. Also I noticed I lie to myself, I lie about the true impact of dance. I've been on a trip for one and a half week....I packed my bag with dance clothes and I exercised....what a difference...I danced! I actually packed and use dance clothes. I bought dance clothes! I wanted it... And I danced!
I danced in a parking garage, I danced at the elevator. It didn't bother me two men saw me dancing. I did care a little, but I continued to dance. A wonderful world for me, so many people should be able to see that. It might mean so much to....them? And to me.....
Is it truly about others or....?
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Sander / 22 / Dutch / Wheelchair Based Dancer / Wheelchair User / Leg User Discoverer of dance since October, 2016.