The shackles that we place ourselves in of our own doing the prisoner really is your mind that places you there only to be in mere dark shadows of who we are and who we want to be.
We live in a world that everyone creates for us and forget to realize our minds make it the way that we really see it. In truth one has to recognize the tortures we endure to pretend who we want people to think we are.
Living in this violence and climbing into the deepest recess of our imagination of who we want to become but are held back from the daily toils of irrelevant things that distract us.
I know that it sounds vain to say something of this nature but really when it comes down to it the heaviness of reality battles with the dreams of whom we want to be.
Who are we to chase the stars, who are we to go after the moon and sun and devour its ambient rays are we gods. No we are human we have to show everyone that we are but at the same time maintain the poise of what we are supposed to appear to be.
The vastness of one’s deepest thoughts can be smothering only to hold you to the darkest dungeons of reality that holds you to be its prisoner.
This prisoner that dances so ambient for the applause and the candor for the applause of its counter parts is so counter moving and counter logical that it hold them back.
The soul dancer is purely moving for the sake of moving and surely for the sake of applause that his towers have crumbled into little pieces for now all the dancer can see is the ashes of the towers that the dancer has burned it all down to start from scratch again to see what they can build up.
This applause this dancer has to give to himself but sadly doesn’t this credit has to have intentions to make this dancer happy but blind ambition has push the dancer so far that he has forgotten to Just dance for the sake of himself.
The ripples of percussion in the dancer’s ears no longer compel him to move but what makes him move is the silence he has allowed himself to give in order to realize how to dance again. This movement is so benign and unnatural to where it is now where he no longer knows how to dance.
The funny thing though, all this dancer has to do is move and he will find the steps again to move to be truly happy again.