The Dance

It burns.

It stretches.

It pulls at my everything.

The song reverberates through my muscles.

Even when I am still,

I am moving,

I am floating,

I am melting into the music.

The floor is covered in sweat and scuff marks.

I am protected here.

I am open.

I am vulnerable.

I have never felt more human,

Or more disconnected from real life.

This is my purpose.

This is my soul.

This is where I give my everything.

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