Because sometimes you just have to dance like a madman in the Self-Help section of your local bookstore.

Do I really have to find a word for it? Can't it just be what it is?

But if I didn’t want to be alone, then why didn’t I want to be with anyone else?

Maybe there is hope in the fragments, that what is lost can always be filled in by someone who knows.

I want love to conquer all. But love can't conquer anything. It can't do anything on it's own. It relies on us to do the conquering on its behalf.

So what do you have to confess now?" I don't know why I'm saying any of this, except that is the truth. "I'm confessing that I don't know if I'm ready for this." "What is 'this'?" "Being open. Being hurt. Liking. Not being liked. Seeing the flicker on. Seeing the flicker off. Leaping. Falling. Crashing.

When it comes to true dance, it's not about how you look, it's all about the joy you feel.