Love like you've never been hurt.
Sing like nobody's listening
Live like it's heaven on earth.
~Mark Twain~
Dancing... Like sleep...
... Knits the raveled sleave of care...
... The death of each day's life...
... A sore labor's bath...
... Balm of hurt minds...
... Great nature's second course...
... Chief nourisher in life's feast...
However...
I love dancing...
I really do...
But I don't like breaking...
A bone or two.
Labels: Misery
