dancing the body

my late adolescence was both extremely challenging and strangely beautiful. i spent much of my time feeling alienated, yet, often felt deeply associated with the spaces, surfaces and textures around me. disacosiated from my own feelings and body i projected a deep longing for union onto place, object and moment. 


yet, there was a time that i did feel completely present. when slowly i absorbed back into myself all the wonder and magic glimpsed in moments of peace.


floating on air, my feet sunk deeply into the earth below the concrete. allowing my body to be moved by a current other than the disjointed static of my mind, i felt safe in the moving flowing river of me. 


My hair swirls, my toes grip, my arm float on a wild free current. each part of my body stretches as far as it can and then return to hug itself closer and closer. In, out. Up down. Shaking, shaking. Flying. 


I throw my hair back, take a deep sip of black label and grin at a boy admiring my dance. i am free.