Temporary Thoughts. Forbidden.

They all move, they’re bodies dancing in perfect motions. Their long hair free from constrictions. They look like birds liberated from their small cage and into the world. How can they be so free? My movements are stiff, my hips are locked in, my chest is rigid, my arms are two straight branches, I can’t breathe. Do it. Do it now. Do it. Do it now. I am in the first row. They’re watching. I force my body out of its form of sculpted ice. You would expect it to become just as unconfined as theirs. I am awkward and misplaced. I am bound by my mind. Oh, to be free of what they think! Not to care! To breathe easily, to have air in my lungs!

@2 years ago