.• 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝓉𝒽𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒢𝑜𝒹 •.

"Perhaps a heart is the size of a fist because we were built to fight for what we love" :Beau Taplin

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" You can't call it dancing if your heart and soul are empty. It means nothing. Without feelings, there's no ink to carve your body and let it bleed in moves"

I feel uneasy. "You're denying it. You let it bleed out there just now. It was breathtaking"

The faint light in his eyes disappears completely, and he can't disguise his fear and hurt fast enough. His dark green eyes are just like the ocean: the more you dive into it, the darker it becomes.
The emptier it becomes.

He's drowning without even noticing.

- Bleeding out isn't beautiful. - he breathes out between his teeth.

-No. But feeling and expressing it truly is."

That's why we're the athletes of God.

We're dancers.

We feel.

We let it bleed.

In us.
In our own bodies.

And so we run. So we fly.