A warm night and a girl with a mind all disquieted by the day, they went off together to dance their worries away. The dance was once a fear, now it was relief. The girl found a strange new friend in new beats she met there.
There was a sanctity to that moment of her abandon. She sways and swings, moves with effortless grace to the rhythms of that abandon. She loves how the solitude is merged with those of all those many bodies swaying with hers. No one cares, the only thing that matters is the moment. A gracious moment that accepts all.
I met her there. I, the ghost of her Christmas' Past. She looked me in the eye, with a strange sad smile on her face. She looked. She smiled. She waved goodbye, walked away and didn't look back.
There was a sanctity to that moment of her abandon. She sways and swings, moves with effortless grace to the rhythms of that abandon. She loves how the solitude is merged with those of all those many bodies swaying with hers. No one cares, the only thing that matters is the moment. A gracious moment that accepts all.
I met her there. I, the ghost of her Christmas' Past. She looked me in the eye, with a strange sad smile on her face. She looked. She smiled. She waved goodbye, walked away and didn't look back.
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