Dark Space with You

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I want to sit in the darkness with you

The moon illuminating the white of your eyes and the outline of your lips

Your sweet scent wafting towards my nose carried by the cool breeze

No doubt

No questions

Just you

Me

And the moment

Head in your lap staring into the dark void

Nothing but peace and silence with you

The sound of our breath

Inhale

Exhale

Just to feel your warmth in nothing but space is where I want to be

Grasping What You Can’t Achieve

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When you can’t have it it’s everywhere you go
You can’t turn your head because it’ll be right in front of you again
Staring at you in the face
But you can’t grasp it
Making you suffer
Proving to you that you have a long way til’ actually getting what you desire

Bottles

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Water from plastic bottles for survival and hydration

Anti-depressants from an orange twist-off so we don’t take our lives or the lives of others

Bottles of alcohol to drown out our sorrows

Bottles of liquor to give us courage and have a good time

We bottle our true selves and our feelings

Let the bottle fill up and soon it’ll burst

Get to the bottom of it and you’ll be empty

We will never be happy and fully satisfied

One bottle after another

Room That I Love

Dark blue walls surround me. Warmth and positive sacred air radiates and bounces off the paint. Mirrors hung on the walls reflect pretty lines and works of masterpieces. Wooden barres line the perimeter. A smooth gray marley sprung floor demonstrates a cloudy sky to dance upon. I’m in room 130 in the Arts and letters building.

At first, this room last semester brought me anxiety; worried that I won’t fit in, that I would be judged, of fear of failure and lack of acceptance. Negative thoughts and feelings aren’t welcome in this space. Take off your shoes upon entering, you are now in a neutral sacred space. A space where you can dream, experiment and bring topics to light.

Now, all I feel in this room is an outlet for feeling. I can sit in here and dream of choreography and ideas to play with; of ways to make pretty lines, bring to light controversial ideas, and describe feelings that can only be demonstrated through movement. I can create anything in here. My wildest dreams can be made public, broken down and shared. This room is anything I want it to be.

The wooden barres bolted to wall are my stepping stones, my training tools. They are my training wheels to practice and perfect alignment and dynamic combinations. They allow me to ride my figurative bike one handed while doing a wheelie in the centre. Petite allegro consisting of brise, royale, entre chat trois, glissade and assemble I can’t help but just sit on the gray marley floor. I have to get up and explore the space. Barely anything in here to contribute to the space. There’s only the air and the stereo. A stereo that brings melody to everything. That guides our steps and stems inspiration. The only thing that needs to be in here is me and my thoughts.

Still new to this room, this is where memories are being made. This is where I have poured my soul out and sweated my butt off trying to get something to look elegant and perfect. The mirrors across the whole front of the room show my every flaw. They point out my mistakes and show how my alignment is incorrect. Smudges of hand prints, and even foot prints, decorate the reflective sheets.

There’s so much beauty in this small space. There’s no judgment here. It should be respected and viewed as sacred because nothing can go wrong here. Even the biggest mistake can turn into a masterpiece, a work of art. What we do in this room can bring so much pleasure, happiness and joy. It can also bring depression, pain and sadness in ways that only the body can fully express without words.

This isn’t just a room or a space. This is a whole new world ready to be created or destroyed. This is a dance studio. A dark blue room that radiates inspirational and dedicated hard work, this is room 130.