Dancing through the Exhaustion

Real life is exhausting. I’ll tell you that much.

Work is hard. Cooking is hard. Living alone is hard or at least being a unit of one - washing, cooking and cleaning for yourself with no one to split it with sometimes. It’s hard right? But I love to dance. Sometimes we want life to be perfect. Half an hour of dance before work every day. I wish.

In my dreams. But this evening I was in my kitchen and collapsed on the sofa have made so much food and etc. But then a song came on and I let myself dance. Every time I let myself dance I am amazed. My body wants to tell a story. My hips want to tell a story. All of those parts of myself I trapped 

They all want to tell a story

And when I dance 

I express what I am

I am the whole universe 

Thank you