Dancing Stepping into a dark room. Feels too empty. We’re lacking in numbers. We walk around the gym, Admiring the glow of neon. Our reliance on the black lights. People make excuses, But they're missing out. No one can get this back. I stop caring about their opinions. I stop caring if no one else is dancing. I stop caring about my thoughts, the little disappointments. I am, Dancing. Nothing matches the sheer joy of moving. Jiving to the beat. And making friends with the rhythm. Dancing is wonderful. Glorious. And if they would only forget about everyone else… They would get lost in the beat… The madness. The freedom of... Dancing. And oh when that one song comes on. Everyone joins in the simple steps. And the room is filled with dancing, Dancing. And then a slow song reverberates. And I wish and I hope, Someone, anyone, will ask me to dance. There aren’t many asking this time. You take my hand and spin me around. Oh, dancing is better, With you. Turn me out. And bac...
A collection of quotes, songs, and poems; here to inspire, uplift, and renew.