I tried on all my old tutu's for the photo shoot tomorrow.
Regret, is that what a feel?
NO.
NO NO NO. Just a tinge though.
Because, I wish I still had it, whatever it is. But not really, I just long to be free on a dance floor. To move and feel and breathe or not breathe. To express every emotion that writing and words and faces cannot. To feel everything in the rawest form. Joy. Longing. Sorrow. Peace... stillness. Beauty. Pure, pure beauty. Tomorrow I play make believe.
I am forever a dancer at heart.
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