it's like a love letter.
all of these clumsy thoughts cobbled together with masking tape.
you structure each sentence carefully, weaving each word into the next, making sure it flows delicately and precisely.
the end of each sentence has to smoothly transition into the beginning of the next.
it's like a dance.
each movement has to fall directly into the next, on point, on beat, in sync.
you start with one leg, one arm, and the rhythm works its way into your blood and trickles over your whole body. the moves become liquid, iridescent, one becomes the next and they are chained together to become one entity.
it's like a story.
it starts off slow and simple. there is a conflict, a climax, a resolution. there are ups and downs, highs and lows. little stories within stories. subplots that make up a legend. and you don't know you're being lead trough a maze to an ending that you never expected.
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