strawberry
Bluelighter
i do declare it is nice to come home after a night out and shower and cut my fingernails and cut my toenails and enjoy that new airiness as the bits of skin get a bit more air then they did before (ooh so nice when your feet are tired and there is some strange release from that toenail prison woo woo) and then cut into my sleeping time by wasting time online and lookin at the ol bluelight board. hehe. it is nice to read little bits of poetry before i go off to bed and have the memories of the sensations of dancing still floating under me skin.
do you ever get in that sleeping position and think of yourself dancing as you wait for the sleepies to come over you and imagine how it felt earlier to feel that mysterious flow of sorts and you feel it again creeping from the tips of your left fingers and along your arm and over your left shoulder and the nape of your neck and then your right shoulder and right out the other side without actually moving a muscle? i like that. it's nice.
i do declare dancing is just a lovely thing. it is strange to think that while drugs can be disillusioning and e can be so wildly abused and sometimes its users can make me cringe....it really taught me to dance and made me realize the perfection of moving to music that moves you...it is just silly. dancing is my outlet and how i express my something or other and one of my few sources of confidence these days...and i suspect that if i had never taken e and scraped off those silly self conscious piles of doo that were quite heavy and not letting me move so well to music...woosh. many aspects of my life would be quite different. it is strange. but nice. mmhmmm.
it is satisfying i think to have this one example in my little world of a drug opening a door to something already in me...and me continuing to grow in this movement of dancing...without needing the drug again to do it. for awhile a rather long time ago i rather feared that to dance.....to realllly dance...i would have to be rolling. that i could never actually fully escape the self conscious dancer in me...the fear of looking silly...or whatever....but i did. and it is nice. though i do enjoy e sometimes and i dance wildly when under its influence....but i dance just as wildly given some nice jungle and enough room (grr there wasn't really enough room this particualr evening but i make doo). so....i dunno. i don't have a point. just some things that are nice i guess.
now i am quite quite tired and so will go to bed.
not necessarily proper for the words forum but you guys seem to read peoples' posts with some sort of attention and such is good. night night.
strawberry
do you ever get in that sleeping position and think of yourself dancing as you wait for the sleepies to come over you and imagine how it felt earlier to feel that mysterious flow of sorts and you feel it again creeping from the tips of your left fingers and along your arm and over your left shoulder and the nape of your neck and then your right shoulder and right out the other side without actually moving a muscle? i like that. it's nice.
i do declare dancing is just a lovely thing. it is strange to think that while drugs can be disillusioning and e can be so wildly abused and sometimes its users can make me cringe....it really taught me to dance and made me realize the perfection of moving to music that moves you...it is just silly. dancing is my outlet and how i express my something or other and one of my few sources of confidence these days...and i suspect that if i had never taken e and scraped off those silly self conscious piles of doo that were quite heavy and not letting me move so well to music...woosh. many aspects of my life would be quite different. it is strange. but nice. mmhmmm.
it is satisfying i think to have this one example in my little world of a drug opening a door to something already in me...and me continuing to grow in this movement of dancing...without needing the drug again to do it. for awhile a rather long time ago i rather feared that to dance.....to realllly dance...i would have to be rolling. that i could never actually fully escape the self conscious dancer in me...the fear of looking silly...or whatever....but i did. and it is nice. though i do enjoy e sometimes and i dance wildly when under its influence....but i dance just as wildly given some nice jungle and enough room (grr there wasn't really enough room this particualr evening but i make doo). so....i dunno. i don't have a point. just some things that are nice i guess.
now i am quite quite tired and so will go to bed.
not necessarily proper for the words forum but you guys seem to read peoples' posts with some sort of attention and such is good. night night.
strawberry
