Word Vomit cut short & dressed in Pink Lace

I miss dancing in France.
I miss feeling like I had meaning.
I loved the music
I loved the movement
I loved being able to express myself without speaking.
Most of all
I miss my shoes.

When I would lace them
stand up
and the music would play
I would be someone else,
something else
other wordly even..
and I would love it.

I miss instruction
I miss entertaining
I miss pleasing
and I miss the feeling.


So here I go
nostalgic for French ballet instructors
and the sound of the wood in my pointes hitting the floor,
I leave you with these.