old shoes

a pair of dance shoes, a life long passion. 

standing on the toes

dancing beneath the stars

My body, light

like a fairy 

I turn my body and do the twist

I dance 

until every dream is dreamt

with my old shoes

and my soul

running away (in class assignment)

run run run 

run away from the class I hate

no self selfie

This is my life, 

which is composed of music

flowers

beautiful stories

tea and food

they are my necessities of life

and the things that I would carry with me 

if i have to choose what to take to live on an isolated island