When ever something in my life is event full I express it with various medias of art. Dance is what I use to physically express myself. It substitutes for the words that should be said, but would be miss understood... I guess it's like me figuratively saying: You can't hear what I'm feeling, can you see it? And when I write it's me saying: You can hear what I'm saying, but do you understand?
Their greetings where made with promises.
They met with eye's that couldn't open, and mouths that wouldn't shut.
What was heard, wasn't what was felt.
What was said, wasn't what was felt.
See don't speak.
Say something.
Ground your roots.
Dissipate clearly.
But for the short amount of time, it was taken freely.
Sheets that spent the cost of their image.
Face the horizon and act nonchalant.
Soil in what had rotted, bloom in modern energy.
See don't speak.
Say something.
Ground your roots.
Dissipate clearly.
The irony of the things that we don't say
to each-other against the things that we do.
The battles that we choose to fight,
and the wars we loose.
The lost hope that devastates dreams.
This time, what I want people to understand is this: people are still only going to hear, see, or feel an image that is entierly differen't from yours. That each of us are battling our own imperfections, and it's humiliating enough to deal with the critisim, much less the mockery. I guess what I'm saying is that I wish society would be more constructive.
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