The Flight of the Rocketman

Come to the orchard in spring.
There is light and wine, and sweethearts
among the pomegranate flowers;

If you do not come, these do not matter,
If you do come, these do not matter.
-- Come to the Orchard in Spring, Jellaludin Rumi

I danced all night... For the first time, in like, forever, I went out again and allowed myself to get lost in the dance. My body became every note that I heard. The music took over my basic motor functions and I was just a continouos spasm constantly gyrating and thrusting and swaying to the beat. I was possessed...

I keep forgetting how fucking wonderful it is to just dance. In that moment, all things are forgotten. There is only "now" when I dance...

I have decided to be happy. I have decided to not be a whining disgrace to the human race. I have decided to make a conscious effort to enjoy myself and the life that I have been given. I have decided to not want so much and to embrace and be grateful for what I have.

And if any moment I feel that I will falter... Then you know where to find me... In the middle of a dance floor somewhere; possessed by the music.

Dance, as if no one is watching...