I've spent a lot of this year, with my face in my hands. Not actually, like they were glued there or something; I mean just in terms of...

Twirling, beneath Romeo's sweet silhouette; she arches and tumbles, against the floor. Reckless beauty of each careful step, "the many...

There's a feeling, unlike another, you get when you are in the ebbs and flows of purpose. The solemn and euphoric kinesthesia you get...

"What is potential & is it innate or honed...?"