The feeling was like drinking Vanilla Ice Blended with full of whipped cream on top while you're on a truck, the wind is flowing through each strand of your hair. Pure bliss, and my heart felt like its an attraction, pulling and calling me to join. It's all about passion, i heard them say the other day. Ignore all the flaws that you have. If you have the dream, and passion, you're no different from the rest of us.
And there was Harry. Harry S. The feeling's different when I see him at school, rather than here. Here, he's like the God of everything, and he seem so happy. It's like he's in a world of his own, with all of his friends. At school, he never smiles. I've never seen him so happy. You know the feeling of as long as he is happy, than i am too. Funny but true, that's exactly how i feel. Sigh. That will never be more than an infatuation. He may look at me in the eye at school, but its different when i see him with his talent. It's like he has so much in him. Sometimes i laugh alone when i remember all the acts that he pulled out.
There was also Mary Jane. Oh she is beautiful. All of her steps were graceful, and nothing can ever be as soft and funny as her. Soft as she might be, she's wacky inside. The joker of the group. She's like in my role model, my icon to look up to. She's like a mime. A Ditto Pokemon. She can be anything she wants cause she's so good in copying. Outside of the group, she's exactly the same, just different in appearance. People will still notice her cause she's just radiant.
Together with some bunch of people, they seemed perfect. They're like a bunch of happy people. And i never knew that guys dancing is an art. So beautiful and interesting. I just have so much in me to express. All i can do is just watch them each and every single day, swallowing the fact that i can never be. I could be, but it's going to be different.
I feel like crying because i know that as hard as i tried, i can't be one of them. I can't be with them. Oh why was i not born years before so that i could join them expressing beauty ?
My heart will be, forever attached to watching or portraying gracefully synchronized dance steps.
Again, this story has no ending.
Salsa salsa; maxime
hold it against me by britney spears
