"Loretta, I love you. Not like they told you love is and I didn't know this either, but love don't make things nice- it ruins everything. It breaks your heart. It makes things a mess. We aren't here to make things perfect. The snowflakes are perfect. The stars are perfect. Not us. Not us! We are here to ruin ourselves and to break our hearts, and to love the wrong people, and die."
-Ronny Cammerari, Moonstruck
tonight there is a full moon. despite the cold, there is a breeze that is carrying the promises of spring on it's tender tendrils. i am standing beside a lake, everything silent and silver with the moon. i am waiting, i am listening, i am waiting.
on nights like this the world unfolds before you and the impossible enters your heart again. i am learning to fly, or at least how to jump out of nests. one million moments of peace from all of your life rally and bolster your empty heart, and you dare to breathe again.
i plunge my anchor into the waves and look forward.
and dancing keeps saving lives. this one thing i have learned: dancing saves lives.
--jan 29
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