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i've danced so much my feet hurt

#4:45am

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#اقتباس #مقتبس #أدب #اقتباسات #4:45am

Why didn't I bring my switch with me?

Cannot play any game in that damn computer FFS

#im booooored #4:45am #send help

I feel within me every word I want to say, every feeling I'd thought buried, all spilling forward driving me across the rooms to a safe distance. (A beautiful couple dances in the center, their silhouettes barely visible in the dark room. Moments ago that was us out there. Our bodies did not glide like theirs. They are familiar movements, done so many times and in so many variations that they are spontaneous and beautiful. We crash full into one another's bodies with misjudged momentum before hastily apologizing and separating. I step on your toes and try to understand how you guide me with my feet always an instant behind. But I feel the warmth of your cheek in the space near my own and I wonder if you hear my breath the way I listen for yours. In darkness I can't see your face but can imagine so well you dipping me into a kiss) I can see you sitting perched on the edge of the bench and all I want in the world is to march straight up to you and tell you exactly how you take up my mind, how you always have. How badly I want to hold your hand or your body against mine. It's silly to call this love, and in some corner of my mind I know that it isn't. What else can I do? Can I reach for your hand or move subtly against you. Can I breathe oh god can I break. Oh I would love to break for you. My heart beats in time with the music and the center dancers spin effortlessly close. You watch. I sit. We all keep going.

#4/27/2016 #4:45am