damn these stories

This is a small collection of stories. I like to write in hand, guess I'm just more old school, so this is what I've come up with.

* I apologize for the spelling and grammar, English is my second language (not that I'm very good at grammar in any language at all, hah)


34. 18.

My feet are tapdancing. Tapping. Tap, tap, tap. I love to dance. Nothing makes me happier than making my feet around. Not necessarily to a beat, but feeling myself and having my own rhythm. I go where my feet wants to go and I move like my heart tells me to move. I am free. I am the cloud and I am the sky and dancing lifts my feet up the ground and makes me soar. I am my body, my body is who I am. I belong nowhere and I can be held to no ground. The ground is not me and I do not belong to or on it anymore. I am my own.

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