you were once wild here, don’t let them tame you.
have you ever caught yourself watching someone dance? listening to their body. reading their face. hearing the words they have not yet spoken aloud. the dancer moves through the space with such passion, telling her story through movement, freeing herself of any chains holding her down, as if saying ‘i am unapologetically me in this moment. i have nothing to hide, nothing to prove to anyone. i will do as i please.’
there is freedom in truth. the body does not lie.
