"your lips are warm, even in winter air."

i listened to our song for the first time today since you left.


and it was easier than i thought it would be.

i'm growing, you know? i'm drifting.

i'm sprouting wings from my shoulder blades from all the dancing, presiding, singing, leading, learning and exploring i'm doing.



i am finally becoming me.

"i've got a perfect body, but sometimes i forget."

i am beautiful. and i'm going to proclaim it.

i can move my body in different directions. i move my hips, my chest, my legs, my breath. i am connected: limbs, space, time, energy.

lines and curves, walls and water.

abrupt stops, smooth floats. pristine beads of sweat linger on my skin. pieces of hair follow after my moves, entangling me in my locomotion.

i am a dancer. i am a great dancer. i am a natural dancer. i am a talented dancer.

i can move in ways others can't. i can make my hips hypnotize. i can make them cry. i can portray torture. i can fly.

my body is my instrument. my instrument to the universe.