late night thoughts x dance
"you are free to do whatever you want here. do it your way. explore."
art hands me the key to endless possibilities. it liberates me from the anvil that keeps me from soaring. compelled to work within cages, i try to make the best out of what i've got. working within measures is all i have.
or so id thought.
today im crumbled by the knowledge of how i fail myself. on the very rare and precious occasions that art presents me absolute freedom, i push it back, appalled. "this isnt what i wanted. i cant do this. this doesnt feel safe. im scared. help. no."
the anvil id envisioned to be the world was merely the workings of my own mind. i am unable to take flight, much less to soar. my limbs are bound by nothing but the taut rope of fear snaking through my body.
is liberation from the self a possibility at all?
art hands me the key to endless possibilities. it liberates me from the anvil that keeps me from soaring. compelled to work within cages, i try to make the best out of what i've got. working within measures is all i have.
or so id thought.
today im crumbled by the knowledge of how i fail myself. on the very rare and precious occasions that art presents me absolute freedom, i push it back, appalled. "this isnt what i wanted. i cant do this. this doesnt feel safe. im scared. help. no."
the anvil id envisioned to be the world was merely the workings of my own mind. i am unable to take flight, much less to soar. my limbs are bound by nothing but the taut rope of fear snaking through my body.
is liberation from the self a possibility at all?