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Silent Dance of Sadness

I am dancing the silent dance of sadness. Slowly and swiftly synchronizing my movements with the sad mellifluous tune that plays deep within my breast. I lay on my back, and stare at the barren sky, in this type of aura, there are no stars. I roll to my right, Emptiness is there, I roll to my left, Nothing glazes back. The mind is attracted to the silence of desolation, it gracefully crosses through the air, engulfing the mist of sorrow, regret, anger, worry and jealousy. My arms slice through the thickening obsolete love that I have been given, and my hands grip on to the ominous clouds, swarming the explicit path of happiness in front of me. My legs trudge through the bittersweet sonorous sound that knocks me down to the dry concrete and my feet move to the ephemeral notes of reassurance, hoping one day they will break free from the tight shoes I wear upon my feet.