THE DANCE

When the world disappears, and the only thing left is the raw throbbing of rythm, and a dance so powerful and passionate as when oceans collide.

Heartbeats, and a surge of energy lets floors and body tremble. They reach eternity here. The beginning of all things.

She brings it all to her dance.

Always.

The shiver, the hurt, love, all the love. Nothing less. Nothing more.

They know it, she knows it.

When we bring ourselves, we bring everything.

The awkward, the deepest yearnings, lost and newfound dreams, home, and the recognition and longing for home. Excitement, beyond excitement, and sorrow beyond sorrow. The close and the so very far away.

Memory and the dance of untold stories.

Touch. One touch, to change everything. To change the room, the atmosphere, direction, and a meeting forever. A touch from one soul to another.

It's her Yes.

Her eyes are of all things. Love and sadness. Far beyond the space they see, yet so very clear and present in this intimate space of the dance. Wherever space takes her, and heart, and rythm.

There's no space to fight our inner space. What fills our souls is the direction we must wander.

Is the dance me must dance.