Dance.
I just danced for a few minutes. I was alone in my room and I didn't even look in the mirror. There was no music except for the occational bit that floated through my head. I am happy.
I think the dance we dance or the tune we sing while alone is the only true expression of art. Because when even we don't care what comes out then it is pure.
The feeling is beginning to wear away. Now I just feel silly for sitting down and writing this out in my happiness. I feel silly for dancing to silence. But I like silly.
I think the dance we dance or the tune we sing while alone is the only true expression of art. Because when even we don't care what comes out then it is pure.
The feeling is beginning to wear away. Now I just feel silly for sitting down and writing this out in my happiness. I feel silly for dancing to silence. But I like silly.