dance dance

Tmr is teacher's day concert and I like Bhangra. I am famished and tired. My legs are numb beyond function as they try to juggle both bhangra and council items.
I came to realise something very important today. I am not a natural dancer. Hell no. In fact, I am the exact opposite of a dancer, I completely suck at it. But I enjoy the energy and the pulse, the beat and the world constructed by it. In it, everything that holds me down normally are taken apart and reaarranged. Certainly, there are new barriers and restrictions of moves, faltering memories and fatigue are constructed. But in the midst, all of old troubles evaporate. Emotions are gone, nada, nothing, nil during the dance. I become someone else... and with the transformation, pedro's troubles are washed away until the track ends.