Dancing temper
Last night was hard. My spirit wanted to escape from the preasure I constantly put my body in.
"Watch your temper" I've been told and now I know why.
I harbor my fealings and thoughts until I explode and tears come rolling that should've been cried six months ago.
I'm fine now after screaming, crying and all. I just have to remember to speak and breath. To be and sing.
I'll be fine.
To dance. Bailar
Wednesday, Oct. 13, 2004
11:53 a.m.
11:53 a.m.