I danced by myself last night... I glided up and down the driveway, moving to the sounds. I'm sure to an observer, I looked like a mental patient. Ignoring the phone calls of friends, I simply wanted to be alone. I normally curse the solitude, but last night, I embraced it. I gently touched the face of my fading dream as it slowly disappeared. Everything fades into nothingness, and the heat of the day dissipates slightly in the still darkness. A lone, distant street light was my only illumination, as I struggled to breathe in the heavy, August air. I smiled at past memories, as I gazed at the wilted flowers. Sometimes giving up seems like a plausible option, but I've been down that road before. I must simply move forward. This heat can't last forever, and I know the time will be short before I am writing about the freezing cold...
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Oh, dhoovertruth, there's strength in dancing alone. The audacity of it! Billy Idol may have sung it with silly blond rebellion, but his words were true enough. Your words... perhaps a returning desire to seek hope, connection? I hope so. I hope your desire is fulfilled.
Best wishes from a new follower,
C
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