"Flight. Flow. Fleet. Free. I breathe. I release. Liberated. Untamed. Unleashed. My limbs speak the flawed, inaudible words and this is me. Honest. Gritty. Revealed. Boundless. Dance is my home where despite the cracked walls and the tack adorned floors I return to heal, to discover, to bleed, to breathe, to be. No spotlights. No glitz. No technique. I speak what society has censored. I express what the icy hands of reality has numbed. I'm exposed. Jagged views of my struggle to simply inhale and exhale become visible. I don't care. Critique me if you must but know this isn't about you. It isn't about making shapes and creating elegant lines to impress you. I'm not that kind of girl. I am at home walking around in my favorite pair of underwear, sobbing on my couch, reading, writing, sleeping. And you. Well see, you are just a guest. You'll leave. I'll stay. Present or not. The movement continues. I'll flex. Grip. Sigh. Shift. Blink. Shimmy. Curve. Push. Simply ~ just. Dance!" 

(thank you Jen)