Tuesday, January 16, 2007
The dancer writes...
I am not a writer. I have tried, but I was never as good as I hoped. And yet I insist on becoming one. I express myself best not through word but through movement; the smooth glide of my toes showing carefree abandon, the whip of my leg saying passion. I am creative not in stringing words together, but in connecting senseless movements into a meaningful dance. Words alone are not enough for me to bare my soul. I need dance to pour out my deepest emotions. And yet I have stopped dancing, and here I am writing words that may mean nothing to you. Dancing made both my body and soul weary, but it doesn't mean I don't want to dance anymore. I just need time. But then if I let time pass, I may not be able to dance again. I write about this desire of mine, but I do nothing. My body stopped dancing, but my soul did not. I need time. To think, to ponder on the things that matter to me. And then it dawned on me. I am a writer. The stage is my paper, my body is my pen, and movements are my words.*** I wrote this during my PI class out of boredom hahaha.
keina. coffee addict. crammer. sleep deprived. haggard. happy. in love. busy. masipag. tamad. hyper. exhausted. iyakin. kulit. sayaw. pagod. sayaw ulit.
