Dance

There's something very important that if you know me, you need to know. And that is I have to insufferable need to dance. It is one of the only things on this earth that makes me feel sane enough to survive daily life. It makes me feel like I'm a normal, whole human being. Not just this weird angular amalgamation of body parts that goes about it's daily life fairly awkwardly. Dance is everything to me, it's how I can accurately describe what I'm feeling and exactly how I'm feeling it. That sounds so cliche, but it's the truth. Without dance I would be the pressurized tank of emotion, exploding every so often because there's no appropriate outlet. If I suddenly couldn't dance, I honestly don't know what I'd do. Dancing makes me feel...accurate. If that makes any sense. It's me in it's purest, elemental form. It's a non harmful way of controlling everything that I want to control. It's my own little world that my body possesses. And sure, it's also beautiful and magical and takes so much effort. I'm proud to be a dancer. To make things look easier than they actually are.
 I'm so....invested in dancing. And not even like formal dancing. I don't need to have a leotard and tights on, or to have my hair in a bun. Even if it's just in my kitchen and I'm swaying back and forth, or if Mr.Darcy grabs me and pulls me tight. Anything that connects me with motion and music is so sacred. It's something I know I'm going to be doing for the rest of my life, and I love that.