“Look what I found”
I want to turn these clicking letters into piano keys and play you a masterpiece. I’m writing a dance; the wave of passion flowing from more than just my hands. I am a contortionist of thought; I am inspired not by danger but by irony; the ability for a sailboat to survive tossing seas. I laugh maniacally and nervousness racks my fingertips with an energy I’m not sure I can bear to you. But I need to stop assuming that you can’t understand.
My forte is bringing starlit skies into my body. Repeated rhythms soothe me and I can’t choose a favorite color. Every part of the spectrum moves differently. I’ve learned that improvisation works best when you’re not sure which color you feel or which color you see. I don’t want to lose the moment to be lavender or ice blue; I want to be moved by every movement.
I rather be moved than inspired. I rather lose than gain what I’m not supposed to. I find peace in not knowing; I find releasing in moving to this beat: to just jam it out below my fingertips and to yell and sing even if I crack. I’m learning to play; I’m learning to let go and move to release this body from chains and silent screams; I have not cut off any part of my soul but I’ve gained more by letting go.
My leg is gone but I’m moving better than I ever have, and I see more colors than I’ve ever comprehended before.
Can you say what you really want to say?
You can’t stop me and you shouldn’t let anything stop you either.
Dare to be moved.
