Escape

Twirling throught the ruins of the place she once called home, she is oblivious to everything but the music. Stop. Listen. Thats right. Nothing to hear. It is her music. Pulling her away from reality. Pirouette, chase, move across the pavement charred and thick with smoke. Out of her way, she cannot see you. She is far away in her escape land. "Some crazy child." You think.  But no, just her love, her obsession. Dance. A way to shut out the world. Her home collapses, her world cracks, sobs of her mother fill the air. But they do not touch her. She dances on. Her beauty unmatched. That simple smile on her face says it all. She has found a way to escape. 1

Escape, yes. Block out the sounds of the real world. It's what I do. Close the door to reality. Only me and the floor. MOve across it. Slowly at first, hear the sounds of the raised voices. Music, nothing more. And so I move, gaining speed. Around and around this endless space. So graceful. Eyes bright, simple smile. Escape.2

Dance, yes. We are related in that way. Through the ruins of a broken world, two girls dance.3