.alone i break.
where to leave my hurt behind?
i've never felt this. free. i finally feel like me. like myself.
tears dry as i hear his voice, deep and throaty and full of pain and expression resonates through me into my core, and i feel every beat. every inflection. every kick on the bass drum. this is how i was meant to feel. alive. not alone.
finally my long, raven hair flies around me as i dance around this purple walled room like it were my stage. singing with him and whirling myself around, my hips moving like they never have before. like i've never danced before. my hands above my head, i run them through my hair and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror above my desk.
i look happy. i look like me. i look like the girl i see myself wanting to be.
low rise jeans, little tank top, the darkest and longest hair, fair skin, hurt blue eyes... i feel completely whole, feeding off the energy felt only by a person with music in their soul. deep down. it lies there, waiting for me. waiting for that song to come on and bring it to life. that spark in my eyes that everybody comments on, but few ever see come to life. i am me again.
i see my self dancing in the mirror with reckless abandon, the butterfly on my hip peeking above the waist of my jeans, red candles blazing like fire across the room taking the place of tradition spot lights. i feel beautiful for the first time in eons. i feel everything i've ever wanted to feel.
this is who i am. this is my heart, and my blood, and my soul. i've finally realized who i am.
but as the music fades out, the fires seem to die down. thoughts of daily existence creep their way back... and he shows up.
wish me luck.
i've never felt this. free. i finally feel like me. like myself.
tears dry as i hear his voice, deep and throaty and full of pain and expression resonates through me into my core, and i feel every beat. every inflection. every kick on the bass drum. this is how i was meant to feel. alive. not alone.
finally my long, raven hair flies around me as i dance around this purple walled room like it were my stage. singing with him and whirling myself around, my hips moving like they never have before. like i've never danced before. my hands above my head, i run them through my hair and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror above my desk.
i look happy. i look like me. i look like the girl i see myself wanting to be.
low rise jeans, little tank top, the darkest and longest hair, fair skin, hurt blue eyes... i feel completely whole, feeding off the energy felt only by a person with music in their soul. deep down. it lies there, waiting for me. waiting for that song to come on and bring it to life. that spark in my eyes that everybody comments on, but few ever see come to life. i am me again.
i see my self dancing in the mirror with reckless abandon, the butterfly on my hip peeking above the waist of my jeans, red candles blazing like fire across the room taking the place of tradition spot lights. i feel beautiful for the first time in eons. i feel everything i've ever wanted to feel.
this is who i am. this is my heart, and my blood, and my soul. i've finally realized who i am.
but as the music fades out, the fires seem to die down. thoughts of daily existence creep their way back... and he shows up.
wish me luck.