This might be stupid - and I kind of feel like a fake because no one ever taught me,
[Biggest regret, doesn't mean I can't start now, but how?]
But if I never stopped dancing, I think I might be okay.
I don't - God, it was an accident.
I don't know how it started.
But I was upset and I was so mad at me.&him.&myjob.&mylife and I just got up and... moved.
And I - yeah I've got the habit of taking things out on myself, and it was strange to take things out in a way that didn't involve regret.
This made sense.
And I followed where my body wanted to go and it was like all that anger.all that disappointment. it couldn't follow fast enough, and it got lost and never caught back up.
I'm awkward as hell.
I try to sell confidence but I'm always a size small for my skin.
I don't know why it fits so well in an art I was never trained in,
But I feel perfect when my feet.&myarms.&mybody do the talking.
It doesn't make sense,
But it's the only time I feel like I'm breaking out of this cage I trap myself in.
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