The words that I want to write dance around in my head and refuse to stop their dance and to allow me to produce some sort of record of my feelings on paper. The ones that do stop their ugly dance are not those that I actually want to write, but are the only ones that wil take time to stop their ballet and dance a different dance. My feelings, my emotions, my world sems to be crumbeling. Seemingly insignificant to some, but of horrific, gigantic importance to me. They are, after all, mine. And in a world where many of us have nothing of our very own to dictate where our life is going, these feelings and thoughts are so incredibly relevent. But I must be protected from some thoughts, as they seem to cause only hurt, anger, complete and utter sadness. These are the feelings that I wish would continue their dance. Or do I? Will it be fruitful to face them now, or let them continue forever? This, I am not sure of. However, I know that they will get tired one day and stop their piter pater steps and face me...challenge me....hurt me. Make me succumb to tears that roll down my face like an avelanche of sadness. Tears that wet my entire being. Those are the tears that you can't be bothered to wipe because you know that, in only a matter of moments, you will be drenched in your liquid sadness again, But, the dance must end. Whether it be now, tomorrow, the next day or the next, the dance will halt and force me to face the monsters that have been haunting me. And, probably even worse, make me face me.