There’s a girl who dances in the rain, She twirls and spins, And rattles through the pain, Toe to heel, And slide and shine, She feels her morose grow, In the end, It’s she, who falls, Over and Over again.
These routines are possibly some of the worst to deal with. Due to a lack of spontaneity within myself, I find myself slave to many of them. On some days, even considering ignorance of these routines can destroy my days. In order to combat these I need to find other methods in which I can […]