Saturday, January 16, 2010

Shine On

To dance is to fly
Like angels, soaring beyond
Man's eternity.

What do I understand? I'm not even a woman. They used the word 'budding' to describe me, 'innocent', even.
I don't feel so innocent.
I feel damned.

The world is made of fences. And I watch them leap over, propelled by their parents' money. And the lone ballerina in the studio at midnight is a fairytale. Ballet studios at midnight are expensive.

I can only dance on lies.

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