Walking These Walls

Rhythm! ...Walking along these white walls, like stepping through time, my body feels light as it glides through the still air. The ropes hold me up -- the harness embraces my torso -- as my shadows stretch along the wall. We float past one another, our shadows moving like the shadows of a sundial clock.

Rickety! I almost feel that if I inhaled some more air, the rope would snap and I would fall and topple on top of my co-dancers. I need my daily dose of the morning sun to feel like I can just fly -- but I didn't get any today. Everyday, I'd go outside with my dress on, and dance to the rhythm of the morning sun's rays. The energy of the sun brings me up -- gives me life.

Rush! That's what this does to you -- it gives you a rush. Just walking up here gives me that feeling of excitement. It's like a surge of energy, but not quite the same as the kind of awakening you get from dancing in the brisk, early morning air. I should've gotten up and danced today, even if it meant to have less sleep than usual. Last night, I kept having nightmares of a floating head. It beckoned to me, its features contorted and almost inhuman -- it didn't even have eyes.

Ridiculous! Why am I thinking about this right now? I need to concentrate on feeling these movements -- to let my limbs take me wherever they feel like taking me, to let this art live within my soul.