I wish all days were like today

The eclectic pressure builds up and the distance between music and body seems microscopic. Energy and life runs through my veins; it sends waves of movement that flows out of my feet and arms like the watercolors on a canvas. I close my eyes for a second and the world disappears. I can feel everything, not just the cool air and the vibrations of the speakers, but I also feel the aches of bottled up bitterness, anger, frustration and loneliness transform into satisfaction and joy as the burdens of my heart make the connection to my motions. These fluid emotions and tensions ease through by body, slow at first, but the sharp hits and jerks of the choreography beat the ill feelings about of my system. I loose myself in the dance. It carries me off to a place where I am no longer inferior and captive. It’s been a long time since I've felt this way. I've always danced, but it’s been dead to me. Today on the other hand, I feel liberated. I am free again. My soul is at peace, I am refreshed and at home.