It Was Akward At First

I am in Texas, I am a Teacher, I have new friends, I have new coworkers, I have a new home, and for the longest time, I've felt as if I were in a box. I woke up every day, attempting to suffocate my soul because I wasn't sure how all this "newness" would handle my old soul.

Of course, in my suffocation attempts, I became very unhappy, or rather, I became unpassionate, which is a terrible thing to happen to someone whose fuel is simply, passion. I felt as if I let my purpose slip between my fingers. I watched my words turn into those on slide. I watched my writing become some sort of script. I let my life become a template whose design lacks any sort of me, any sort of free.

My usually silly self became disgustingly serious. My soul could always been seen in my eyes, but my smile lacked any sort of genuineness . Tonight, though, my soul cried so loudly, "please, let me out of this box, please....live."

It was then that I danced. I shut the door to my room, I found my favorite songs and I danced. it was awkward at first because I had for so long lacked life, lacked the moves that made me. But, after 11 seconds, I was dancing and I was free. I moved as if no one was watching and even when my cheap computer couldn't keep up with the music stream, I danced. Soon, I was looking at myself in the shadows and thanking the good Universe that I hadn't left entirely. I was, for the first time in a long time, so happy to see myself move, so in control of every single motion while not taking the freedom out of any single motion.

Everything around me is new, but my soul is the same, and my god, my soul loves to dance.