Elisa - Dancing
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"I told myself I will not think of anything, that I will fight the temptation to even sparkle the smallest thought possible. I am alone, in an empty room. The walls are white. The curtains are the only ones hanging by the windows, a mixture of gold and white shaking in the wind, like the shreds of you left in my heart. No, I will not think about that. I am all alone and I have to struggle to remain this way, not laying down, but simply sitted on the cold floor of this white empty room. I feel like an old furniture. I am actually the only piece of furniture here. Oh, if I could just simply not think about anything.
Just like that.
Time passes so hard. What should I do now? I feel like I can't let go. I can't leave. No, I will not leave. And what will I do about all the stuff I packed? And what will I tell him?
No no no. I will not think about this today. I will be like Scarlett O'Hara. Strong."
"Strong", that was the word that slipped her mouth and once she heard it, she knew she was crying. So she pulled herself up, her entire body easy as a feather. Her tears were covering her cheeks, her lips, her hands. Her tears were drowning her. Her tears were raining over this empty house.
She raised her hands in an act of ellegance she did not know herself capable of. Placed one foot in front of the other, while her beautiful hands were drawing ample circles in the summer air. Her back curved and her shoulders contracted as the music in her started to surround her stronger and stronger, till dancing became the only way to fight the tightness of this freedom.
"You will forget everything", her mind spoke.
"I will not forget it. But I will be able to leave it all behind here, to this spirit dancing, this lovely blue light just releasing itself from my vains, from my heart, from me."