i lost myself that day in those turns and loved myself along the way as i found myself at a pace where i was more
Tag: dancing
why cry when you can rumba
if only i’d known dancing was a choice i’d have shaken my shimmie waltzing myself out more doors than you could count i would have salsa-ed and fox trotted till my toes bleed instead i’ve held up wallpaper and maintained cushions i’ve twirled on office chairs and scooted my way down corridors to tones made up…