The doors to my imaginations are now opening. Bright lights are flashing the path.
No one.
Nothing.
Could this be real or just a dream?
Lifted by the power of the past, taking me to unknown places.
The future awaits.
While my body is resting: but my soul traveling towards the top.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Dancing
I open the doors of a greeting world, a world where determination and passion is all there is.
Sweat dripping down our bodies only symbolizes our hard and tiring effort.
Effort which will be rewarded by the satisfaction of knowing you have reached the top.
Getting there was everything but easy, hours and hours of pure dedication. All of that is slowly fading once you hear the music. Letting it take control over your soul. Dancing you heart out, allowing your feet to communicate with the floor, allowing you arms to caress the air. My body is in complete peace, all I want is for time to stop and be able to dance. Forever.
Sweat dripping down our bodies only symbolizes our hard and tiring effort.
Effort which will be rewarded by the satisfaction of knowing you have reached the top.
Getting there was everything but easy, hours and hours of pure dedication. All of that is slowly fading once you hear the music. Letting it take control over your soul. Dancing you heart out, allowing your feet to communicate with the floor, allowing you arms to caress the air. My body is in complete peace, all I want is for time to stop and be able to dance. Forever.
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