natalieone
screaming high and low, racing the ground, my throat in my face. holy cow!! spinning, backwards, overhead, tumbling, rocking.
nightclubs. swaying to the music in someone else's arms. leaning my head against his shoulders and melting into him. never thinking for a moment it would end too soon and never be again. hope stands still in the middle of the dance floor, but she has no partner and cannot dance anymore. she fades into the smoke of the room. the music slowly dies.