⚠️Slight tw. Mention of a deceased relative⚠️
Since I was a little kid, I loved two things.
1. Conversations with my aunt
2. Dancing
I never saw her that often, only a few times a year.
I danced almost every day because it made me happy just like a Talk with her. I always was a person who wasn't good with words. I even could express my feelings better through dancing.
One day I was dancing just for her, and she said:
"When you keep up like that, you will definitely be a great dancer."
Which is why I loved dancing even more.
But as the time passed, we didn't talked that much, less than we did before, until at some point we couldn't speak anymore, and I fell out of love with dancing and the passion I had for it flew away just like the memories I had with, and about her.
Until I remembered that one sentence she told me, and something in my mind clicked and was like let's combine the two things I loved.
Around 2 years ago, I started a conversation with her again.
I tell her about how I feel.
My happiness
My sadness
My anger
My joy
every day
through dancing
She's always watching just that she doesn't stand next to me with a smile.
In my eyes, dancing is many things, but especially for me
Dancing is a conversation
With her
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YOU ARE READING
the little things inside my head called thoughts
Poetry,,Are you even listening ?" ,,Sorry I was just thinking." ,,What do you think about?" ,,Just about some simple things. Nothing important. Anyway, what were you talking about?" Their wouldn't understand the "little" things in my head called thoughts...
