hit stop button

all dances come to an end, no matter how invigorating the music is or how good you are on the dance floor.

in this case, the dance came to a screeching halt as soon as i hit the stop button.

rhythmic groove

i'm in a different state. and as i watch myself move, i was waiting for the warning bells to sound. i did not hear anything.

parts of me act in connivance with the other, each moving in a rhythm i barely recognize. the melody is in sync with every step, and as if in a trance, i cannot stop.

the sensible part of me, however, would let out a whisper loud enough for the rest of me to hear. surprisingly, every movement would come to a slow end.

i've said that i thrive on risks, and that i am not cut to be safe. and this dance is one risk i am taking, and i know when the music has to stop.

in the meantime, i am enjoying the beat. every pulsating minute of it.