Friday, September 16, 2005

Rain rain rain

It hasn't really stopped raining. And I am grateful because I like rain. I like driving around in the rain. Or staying at home writing while it's raining. Rain gives me comfort. I think it's because it's not as pretentious as the sun. Rain keeps me grounded, in a way. It sort of encapulates me. Keeps me in a tighter box. Helps me focus more own voice.
Im in the process of revising my first draft (for the thesis). It's doing pretty well. I discover insights about dancing/performing that i have never tried to pinpoint before. For example, I wrote:

The dance ended. I had to walk back to where he stood, as if nothing happened. I felt jealous. Pretending the whole dance was just a routine. It was not.
I will the magic. Transforming arms to wings. Floor to water. Fingers to claws. Fans to doves. Skin to silk. Lust to love.
A means to keep my secrets. Concealed.

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