3/4 tempo

i tried to shake them off, but all these things were weighing down in my mind.
my escape of the day was to re-characterize, and be someone else

trying to convey something that is more of an exploration, rather than a story that has a beginning-middle-end is different and challenging. but that's a gratifying part of art. it's also hard because we've already known ourselves to be so small, yet we can be so so so big. one moment i am jasmine, stitched together with imperfections
on stage i am a fragment of leishi's mind, a bit of her life, a wisp of what she is indignant to remember, i am a scream, i am someone that kaixin detests yet i do not care i do not care i continue on, i am running and pulling and working hard, i am discovering dreams and new things in a box, i am a movement in a mountain and a charade of obama --- then i am playing a childhood game i used to love, i am trying to grab hold of these things, i am happy and sated in a family of friends of dependence where we are all moving in the same beats in the same essence, i am a dancer enjoying the music with not a care in the world, bigger, larger, more powerful

all these things will translate: to watch us dance is to hear our hearts speak

here comes a bold leap into new frontiers.