The Dancer
I watched a woman dance today, nothing dirty obviously. I watched her, and saw her soul expand with her movements. I realized then that every inch of her was her own, I was envious over that. Her entire exterior and interior were just her, every choice she made led her to look and exists in this exact manner. From her boldly coloured hair to the tattoos covering her body she was her own. I want this for myself, I want for every inch of myself to be the definition of me, although I know that's hard to obtain. I want my reflection to define me and I want to understand other people's reflective bouquets. I want to look at the man I sit next to in traffic and be able to have his inner being show in the smallest details of his face. Because to me every single person are already this way, it's just a shame that not everyone is strong enough to express it the way that woman did. The world is truly lucky to have her.