... I improvised, crazed by the music... Even my teeth and eyes burned with fever. Each time I leaped I seemed to touch the sky and when I regained earth it seemed to be mine alone
I get most freaked out in life when I realize things are becoming routine. That's when I sink into depression, or make huge rash decisions that either go horribly wrong, or perfect. Ying and Yang are the way of life. The contrast, the contradiction, and yet the dependency. I find that more times than not, my mood can be described with a contradiction. And sometimes, the answer to it all is not found in the clarity; it's found in the confusion. I'm unique and not modest at all. I know that I'm different than the majority of people you're going to come across in your life, and I thrive off that. I know that if there weren't so many things that I hate about myself, or that people hate about me, there's no chance you could love me. I dance and I'm good at it. I may not have perfect technique. I may have flat fe
