Random Leaf #658

The show must go on, a part of me said. I'm going to cry, said my heart. It was both funny and disppointing, in tears, I made a very cheerful dance to an awful one.

I know every steps and rhythm of the beat. All my flawless movement was in sync with the music calling out to me. But I was crying the whole time.

My face were like those who wore ugly mask, crying and deject of any emotion but sadness. Tears flow as well my breathing. But nothinf can be said about the elegance of my sway. I know the dance through and through, my heart and my very being, spoke to it once and I know all and everything about it, just for that moment though. Save for the fact that I am sad.

As my heart overflows, opposite of what my soul is filled. I am crying to a happy melody.

I know everyone was laughing at me, I know my mentors were mad at me. But I don't care. I am my heart. I am my soul. I am fool of I could not hear them both.