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Dr. Seuss is in the house!
Jul. 12th, 2002 10:30 amDo you think anyone would care if I danced around my cube?
Do you think anyone would stare if I danced around my cube?
Do you think anyone would stare if I danced around my cube?
Jul. 12th, 2002
My heart feels fit to burst.
Poem is playing on my computer. Listener friendly it may be, but the music has worked its way into my body and pulled and twisted and infused me. I can feel tears pushing at the corner of my eyes, and a tightness in my chest. Innocente and Aria made me want to dance, Myth conjured up a sensuous tango performed on walls of a Spanish caste, and Daylight was the song that moved me to this particular entry.
A year from now I want to look back on this entry and remind myself that there are days and moments of time that are delicious, and worth living for. I want to have proof of what being alive feels like. In the face of god knows what is coming in the next week, or month, or year, of whatever lows my moods pull me too, I want memories like this. Anchors in the harbor. Spikes in the wall. Memories to let me pull myself up hand over fist until I'm back here, in this place. Dancing, in my head.
Poem is playing on my computer. Listener friendly it may be, but the music has worked its way into my body and pulled and twisted and infused me. I can feel tears pushing at the corner of my eyes, and a tightness in my chest. Innocente and Aria made me want to dance, Myth conjured up a sensuous tango performed on walls of a Spanish caste, and Daylight was the song that moved me to this particular entry.
A year from now I want to look back on this entry and remind myself that there are days and moments of time that are delicious, and worth living for. I want to have proof of what being alive feels like. In the face of god knows what is coming in the next week, or month, or year, of whatever lows my moods pull me too, I want memories like this. Anchors in the harbor. Spikes in the wall. Memories to let me pull myself up hand over fist until I'm back here, in this place. Dancing, in my head.