A ship is safe in its port, but that's not what for the ship is made for. the day commenced with out any sign of morning blues, but gradually faded to dark as frustrations mounted in me to brood Is this the way things are supposed to be? Despite of my revelations of a sense of cacophony in my love to the rhythm, i was bold enough to pacify myself, things are gonna be in place. I failed to realize that if i can even think of being away from dance, there is nothing left in me for anything else. The straight line of life is so malleable that it has taken the weird curved form pondering me to the core.
hope i'll get an answer right here in the same space sometime soon. Now that's something beaming. Thank god atleast i could end it on an optimistic note!!!
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