That gives me a lot of time to think. Watch stupid movies. Read. Write. Cry. Whatever.
I wish I could just dance for the rest of my life. Not sleep, not eat, not think...just dance.
Life could be boiled down to pirouettes, arabesques, jetes, glisaddes, and entrelaces. Beautiful.
Everything would have it's position. Each limb, each finger perfectly placed in relation to the others.
Everything would be so beautifully controlled. It's nice to have that control in dance. Because nearly everything else is fucking us all over.
The first semester and second semester feel like different times...different places. Different people. "Things never end...they just change."
Everything ends.
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