Temporary Significance

here, have some words based off of my brand new burning hatred for anything from Shrek and the fact that I've been step-touching all day

As artists, we seek fleeting things

A moment of pure, burning light, hot on your skin,

A song on your lips 

And you're just moving

Not thinking, barely knowing

Just going, and going, and going

Something bright and transformed you've never been

And maybe never will be again

Fleeting moments

So, what'll it matter, in the long run?

Hours and hours every day 

Stepping over your own feet, never getting those notes quite right

Doing the right step at the wrong time, getting stuck in your mistakes and 

Barely slogging forward

The glistening foreheads and soaked shirts and sore legs 

Living becomes just existing

Your body's going even though you're practically asleep

All for one instance of joy?

Yes.

For that one perfect step,

For that incredible harmony,

For that breathless final pose where you're smiling so wide it hurts

Not because you have to

But because you can't do anything else

You want to

You want to so very much

And you do

You almost close your eyes

Feel the floor shaking and the applause thunder through your body

Breathe in

Breathe out

Come back to reality

And then never remember it again.

It's that momentary joy,

So pure and untouchable,

That you chase and chase and chase

Even though sometimes you go slowly

When you know you've got that joy

You just

Well

You just live

Author's Note

this is super choppy, sorry barleygirl if you read this because I know you're not a huge fan of choppy, but when you're an incoherent, tired, lonely mess then that's just how you roll, gosh diddly darn it.

Reviews

[Chris]

I didn't find your voice "choppy" ...nor stuttering. Life happens in moments which with a bit of luck - good AND bad - get strung together into dreams AND nightmares within which we exist from breath-to-breath.