No butterflies, agony instead...

I might be in love. I might have made myself in love. It hurts badly. Specially because I don't know the feelings of the one I am in love with. 'Sweet is to dream', 'But the illusion when it breaks', 'Hurts in the heart of those who dreamed, who dreamed too much'. I have to try to avoid getting hurt. I might look strong, but I am just a fragile little girl with too many scars Instead of butterflies, I have these agony. An agony that fills me and tries to tell me I am doing something wrong. That it won't work out…

Let's go out dancing, this is all that's left...

To dance is to let the music possess your entire soul and conduct your body with all the energy and feeling coming from the sound.