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Darling, let's run Run from it all -Taylor Swift
I am in a dark room. Folded between the vibrant shadows, swallowed in a bottomless pit of swirling black. There's nothing like the sweet melancholy of drowning. Letting yourself flow with the tandem of abyss. Chasing the thrill you so desperately desire like a prisoner craving the warm beam of sunlight after an eternity of exile.
Music is my abyss. Dancing is my thrill.
The notes of Ludovico Einaudi's "Experience" thrum in my veins and I breathe in the music. My soul bursts through the seams of my body. I breeze over the dance floor, my feet no more than a gentle caress, moving to my heart's content.
The familiar burn tackles my muscles with a vengeance. But I don't stop.
The shallows of breath turn into gasps. But I spin around in perfect pirouettes like a soft hurricane.
The accelerating heartbeat pounds in my ears, a warning. But I leap into a ballon. My body aligns with ease, gracefully ascending until my legs form a horizontal line and I'm momentarily suspended in the air.
How could a dance be so liberating... A rare smile lingers on my lips.
For the first time in years, I feel like I might have a chance at happiness. Hope has been foreign to me lately. But maybe Kevin was right. Maybe moving forward will change things. Maybe I can do this.
I will do this.
The dance floor welcomes me back as I leave my touch on each corner with effortless fluidity. Despite the fatigue, my very bones hum with joy at doing what I was born to do. I've come back home after a long time and I don't plan on abandoning it again any time soon.
I am music. I am a tangle of limbs caught in an entrancing spell. I am a worn soul aching to be free. I am passion and pain and everything in between. I am nowhere and everywhere all at once.
Oh, what I'd give to be stuck in this moment until the oceans dry out, the sun finally meets its moon and time is of no significance anymore.
But all beautiful things come to an end. Because what value would they hold if they went on forever?
As the last notes fade away, I wrap up my dance with a first arabesque position. While my right leg supports my weight, I extend my left leg behind me with my arms wide open.
A calm smile sweeps over my features. I remain fixed to my position, savoring the last of my ecstasy, before my peaceful bubble cracks and reality robs me of this temporary daydream.
