Dancing offers the opportunity to leave one's self behind and become stronger, more beautiful and less alone. So the dancer flies high above the wickedness that makes humanity and can only be reached by the admiration of her pointed toes by he who must resist the urge to pull her closer. Instead, he is forced to look away, with a fever rising in his soul. This flame can manipulate into a burning hatred of beauty's horrifying definition. He possesses the freedom which she seeks to find in the elegant balance of her spins.
A SIDE NOTE:
I apologize humbly if you were following me from my last blog beginning in December. I wanted to make it so that certain people could read my real blog now instead of my alias, but I didn't want to completely erase the fantastic thing I had going with you lovely people of cyberspace. So, as a reminder, which you probably realized if you went to the old site, Ophelia is not my real name, for the future I will keep my real name withheld. For the fortunate few of you who were not hyperlinked in time because you read this rather religiously, now you know who I really am and have seen a much clearer picture. I still love you all, I know a lot of my work is gone, I have it on my harddrive and since I can't just copy and paste....well....it will be a while to say the least. Until then, I'm going to keep producing my normal inspirations to feed your hungry minds. I love you.
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