yearning for a dream just out of reach.

fingers tingling. 

heart stops beating.

earth stops spinning.

dreams begin colliding.

ballet. 

some people believe it is for sissy's.

then why does it take years of training before it even looks decent?

ballet.

peace.

resolve.

passion. 

heartbreak.

ballet.

ever since i was 3, dance has been my passion.

dance has been in the very marrow of my bones.

it is my drug.

my solace.

my regret.

if she ever knew how much i depended on it...how long i cried when she told me i could no longer have it.

i chose everything over dance. 

but you know moms-they want you to try everything to see if your talents lie elsewhere.

i say that music is my life. 

it is.

but i feel like, possibly in heaven, i was apart of a ballet.

ballet.

i have always desired with my soul for the wooden shoes that rip your feet apart.

willing to sacrifice my feet to the pain of passion and happiness.

there is nothing in the world i dream for more than to spend the rest of my life dedicated to it.

the year i returned to jazz, was the best year and a half of high school.

my biggest fear, is growing old-never having done anything with this yearning in my soul for dance. 

it eats at me day by day.

pricks my toes while sitting in school.

pulls at my waist when i walk.

ballet.

what is success to me?

confidence.

living dreams.

planting a garden.

never putting an end to what you love.

this is how i musicify my life. 

ballet.

midnight in my room.

dinner time in my kitchen.

waiting for shower water to boil.

late in the rain.

my free time, is dance.

 it means more than boys

food

money

love

freedom

it has been there when i could find nothing.

am i good?

no.

but who says "to have a passion, you must be good at it." <3