Dancing, dear god how i miss you.
chest pumping.
sweat dripping.
gracefully winding.
accurately placing each step.
body shuddering to the bass.
expression fierce,
but contained.
moves erratic,
but controlled.
you can see the very soul pour out onto the floor.
you can feel the intensity of the movement hit you
as if the visual has made physical contact.
somewhere lost in between primal ferocity and intellectual stimulation.
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If you miss it so much, go do something about it? You shouldn’t have stopped dancing if you loved it so much
(via ivickeyroar)
