And if I let go of these mementos, what will remind me of who I am?
Tag: dancing
How I learned to wait
The thing about waiting is it feels you are at a standstill while everyone else seems to move forward without you. You are excluded, standing on the banks of the river of time.
Or so it feels.
Keep dancing
When the way is dark and the wind is cold, Keep dancing.
When the air is thin and your chest hurts, Keep dancing.