He danced across the stage with wings on his feet.
The lights shone on his clothes, pale, glowing, moonlight draping his limbs.
He floated, graceful, a swan on a still lake, water barely rippling under his wings.
His heart beats in time with the music - throbbing in his blood, his soul.
The silence fills his ears, the hush, and he is frozen, a statue, a memory from a forgotten time, and then—
—he is a whirlwind of motion, unstoppable, intense, unceasing.
His every movement is poetry, hands and feet his pen, the stage his paper.
duck and roll
Faster, faster, sweat a glittering trail left in his wake, a path of stardust to show others the way.
Beauty, grace, perfection; he becoms the center of the universe, and all the world is caught in his orbit.
And he dances.
1 year ago
tagged: is it strange that I'm laughing so much at this but Kpop doesn't even phase me, orz,
10 seconds in and I’m already trying not to cry from holding in my laughter oh my god what is this