Oh my friend,
my love, my distant stranger. I’m writing this to you because I cannot go on, I need you to know the truth. I’m writing this to you because you’re the only man who has ever touched me in such a way that I myself, cannot even fathom. I need you to know you’re the only man who has ever made me go completely limp. As if the faint sound of your name makes my entire body tremble, and I fall I fall I’m falling—slowly. (Based on a painting by Mark Ryden)
Wind her up. Make her feel like she is nothing but a trophy that stands upon your mantle. That’s it. Now trample on her feathers, rip the tulle of her tutu, and make her fall weak with eyes tired until she remembers the motions, until she remembers the steps; until she lives, eats, and breathes the name of dance. |
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