In this life we are mere dancers. Stories go, stories come, the world turns around us and drags us to its constant choreography. Our feelings dash in the air through a sigh of lustrous temper. We dance in darkess, waiting for a ray of light to guide our steps, we rise in hopes of finding sense in our performance, and we dread the feel of it. How does it feel when you've got nothing to lose? when you enjoy your rhythm and don't expect to be valued? You just dance for your own purpose, and you love the feel of the music. You just don't expect there are people following you, you just don't look at the stage, or how much light is shining upon you. You just feel the beat, the beat of life.
S.
