dance with me

In this single moment, magic runs wild. Reverberating through the veins of smiles, pulsating as the adrenaline runs its course, and filling the air in a concoction mixed with the addition of smoke machines and laughter. 

Movement is not just welcomed, it is applauded and uplifted. To stand is to refuse, to be still is to ignore an invitation, an invitation to be free and fluid. Fluid in not only how you move, but who you are and who you can be. 

Here, in this place, in these moments, it feels like anything is possible. Surrounded by people that already feel like friends without a single word spoken. You’ve both decided to exist and smile in this moment and that is enough common ground one needs. 

Here, we are all whoever we want to be, our roots scattering the globe but for a single moment, our hearts connecting in one dot on the map. Here we wrap our arms around each other, we scream the lyrics that fill our ears, we dance wildly, and we smile so wide our cheeks ache at the end of the night. 

We don’t just feel infinite in this moment, we feel heard, we feel seen, and even for just a single moment in the span of so many that are to come, we feel like we belong.