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do i dance; but why


It’s like breathing.

But with my mouth and nose closed.

Being stranded on an island,

But hearing a helicopter in the distance.

A mini vacation, totally stress free.

This is what dance is to me

The sound of baby’s laughter

It’s the sight of sunset

The comforting feel of a hug

It’s the taste of ice cold water on a hot day

It’s the touch of God. 

Dance is wind when its interacts with water

Dance is words and beats

This is what dance is to me.

Dance is a groundhog seeing its shadow

The reds, oranges, and yellows of fall.

Dance is snow not sticking to the ground

Dance is the gratefulness of summer finally being upon us.

This is what dance is to me.

So, when you ask me why I dance I won’t respond to impress you 

I will respond to express to you, how much I need dance

because dance needs me.

This is what dance means to me.

I dance because it transcends words.

I dance because I’m trying to let go of all this heaviness and

be happy

Because the only time I’m happy is when I’m dancing

I won’t tell you again

Dance means too much to me.   

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