The Tango

I miss dance...

I'm listening to assassin's tango.. and it caused a flood of emotion followed by tears to emerge... i want to dance to it... i want to move to it... As I sit here listening... I can feel the sharp yet fluid movements coming out of my core... but instead of letting them out into a tango... they're inhibited by my rigid body.. sitting here typing... I miss the passion, i put so much work into perfecting the tango... its beautiful... and i threw it all away... my only silver lining is to wait until I make money on my own to be able to afford to take lessons again...

I miss dance all together... it kept me happy... let me throw out all my emotions... kept my creativity and flexibility in tact... i even built friendships through it :)

Look at how happy I am in these pictures... it's what I love to do. It's one of the things I'm relatively good at. I just wish I could find someone who shares my love for it.

So my only question is how long till I dance again? Because there is no way that I'm just going to stop dancing forever.