without it

this is how i know. its one of those things that always catch me off gaurd

i love going, i love dancing. but everysingle time. i underestimate the feeling it gives me. sometimes i think the passions waning. but thats because im thinking to much. i stop and then i realise how free i feel after

its like, everything is so simple.i dont have to push down my feelings, because they dont bother me. its like a bubble around me, around my heart. protecting me. everything is so bright and for a moment, one moment, im intouch with my whole body, my whole mind. i feel so open and like everything inside me is connected

i can breathe, i can smile, i can stand.

but then it fades. thats why i know. i need dancing. i will never ever be me without it, never.

running away

"my dog has run away"

that happens to sooooo many people, but i mean. i wonder what the dog was thinking. i wonder what was actaully runnign through the dogs head as they just walked out the gate, down the road and not go back.

was the dog really uber depressed. were they sitting in front of the gate and thought

"fuck it" just leave. were they absolutly and utterly sick of their life, sick of the smothering, sick of the people, sick of the feelings? was the only thing they wanted was to escape? to start anew, new people, new places,a new outlook. to simply just walk out and never look back.

or was the dog just really bored? just sitting in front of the open gate and thinking "look, there's another world. no one is holding me back. not at this moment. no one is grabbing onto me, screaming at me to stay. im the only setting my limitations."

so then they just trotted of into a more exiting adventure

yes i wonder, maybe its a case of dogs are stupid and just decided that the bone across the road smelt good, and then got distracted.

even so,

i wish it was that easy