It’s so important to allow your heart to dance. There’s the cliche give and take, the protect-yourself/disaffected theory, the open-heart-all-the-time method… and they work for some people.
But life and love is a dance… a balance.
You have to feel which way your partner is going and compliment it; you have to know when and how to lead. You have to feel the energy from the crowd around you; you have to have your own personal style (in case they decide to make a circle around you and shout “Go Lauren! Go Lauren! Go, go, go Lauren!” haha).
And I’m not the greatest “dancer”. At all. I’m still learning to dance with my mother… my father… I forgot how to dance with my brother. I’m learning to dance with complete strangers. I dance with my grampa. I dance with my closest and dearest friends. Sometimes I’m off beat… sometimes I set the beat.
But it’s always a dance… a balance.
9-01-2005 1:28 PM
sock rocker
January 25, 2006
because you’ve done more for me
in the teeny tiniest ways
than anybody’s ever done
feeding my soul and spirit
with lillies and beats
tough love and flattery
2-D you frees me, but
not cheap, priceless
not stupid, silly
our time passed in a blink
a connection riddled in irony
ironic… the riddles…
but it doesn’t go unnoticed
unappreciated
unrocked.
so for you, this haiku:
my friend from so far
lusting, longing, loving friend
so little… so much.
