Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Dance Dance Dance

I went dancing, I went dancing, I went dancing. I forgot everything, everyone for a while and danced, danced, danced. When I finally sat down, I suddenly realised my friends were smiling and I got conscious of my fat, my clumsiness and offered my defense as usual, "I know I look funny" and was told not sarcastically, "No, some of your moves are very neat." I wish I was not so conscious about my body. I wish I could do this every night. I wish I always had the time to go dancing. I wish the music would always rock this way. I wish, I wish, I wish I could shut the world out more often.


Post a Comment

<< Home