it isn't a mystery
that i travel
(The power of retaining and recalling past experience)
i find myself staring at a little girl at a picnic, penny colored, tight cornrows, there is music blasting, plastic cups,
her mother pulls her out her seat, urging her to dance, pulling her small elbow, she resist, more people join in, "c'mon girl, show us what you got,
she runs away to a corner, the dancing continues, loud laughter
moments later, when she realizes no one is looking, but i am...
she begins her own two step, smiling to herself, in her own world.
i realize thats how i function.
spotlight too much for me at times
that's why i write...
i smile so hard, that i have to stop myself, before she gets nervous,lol,
find your own pace,
the joy you experience, there is no words for it
and someone will be watching your grace.....
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