I still have dreams about the way i used to dance.
I still remember how once my body used to move inside of me.
Feeling what i used to when my mind cleared itself and music just took over my body. Nothing that held me captive but defiantly something that kept me captivated.
I was in love, in love with the way my body moved so freely. In love with every aspect of dancing only for myself and yet someday maybe for another.
I can still hear the music when i close my eyes.
I can still remember every twirl, every spin, every dip that seemed to enchant my room for hours upon hours.
Head held high, back straight, arms locked in place tight, feet on tip toes and with one swift move using the beautiful structure of my solid frame, spinning and spinning. Moving my arms in a rapid motion in towards my breast and out again, beautifully on one leg while shifting my right leg out and gently tucking it back in getting ready to repeat my spin.
I still remember how it feels dancing like a ballerina.
I still remember the feeling of the audience who was me and only me.