Lightning
January 22, 2008
She dances. Not the kind of dance where you try to impress or you hold your body tight and you count the time in your mind. Its the kind of move where you feel the music. Flow. It seeps in her through her skin like osmosis and she is swimming in it. She moves. Not to clearly counted beats but to feeling of the rhythm. She is moving slow but when the music raises its volume her ears welcome it and she explodes. Out and open into a million tiny pieces like the shards and splinters left from a tree. Struck by. Lightning.
Dance is about inhabiting the music into the body, establishing the connections bewteen the sould and the rhythm. This piece is a completed piece, it expresses what you want to tell and provokes the readers with the same feelings. I especially like the ending ^^
Thank you very much. It was working on this piece that really made me think that writing 100 words a day can be a helpful exercise.