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despite all the rain;

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

no one's looking.

listen, and interpret.

dance is music made visible.

dance like no one's watching.

i miss this. i miss my pointe shoes. soft pointes. pespiring like crazy. crying over being scolded, even. the joy when i'm able to perfect a step. the feeling of accomplishment. it has never been so much a need, but now it is. i love ballet even though i'm scared. classical ballet is not to be trifled with.

contemporary so freer, but i miss the feel of my shoes.

i came across my ballet teacher's photo just now. she looks older. her oldest student is one year younger than i am.

i don't know. she killed me. would i still go back to her? besides, she far away in bukit timah. and i thought tampines was far enough.

i shall sleep.

i miss my life. i miss breathing.

the giving up is the hardest part.