Dear astronaut,
She's just a ballerina, a tiny dancer, that someday, rehearsing, stepped into you - an astronaut from a far away planet, who just happened to fall into this high garden of fragmented dreams.
She does remember your first contact, you touched her hand while you were dancing.
Her first reaction could be to avoid you, but somehow that touch meant something during the dance.
As if it was all coreographed from the stars.
Life in her music box just went upside down.
Although she's a ballerina, she knows a little about the skies, but never believed in astronauts - specially because the legend about this type says that they often hurt naive hearts - 'till there was you...
You danced in her music box, some rhythm she'd never danced befored...oh, don't ever challenge a ballerina, they live their lives on tiptoes!
You kept dancing and sharing single moments in a way she'd never expected.
From a rehearsal by herself she found a whole coreography for two, with an astronaut to share a dance with...how could all that be possible?
An astronaut allowed to a ballerina's music box and make her loose her steps?!
She forgot the way to her own dance, to the same old show she'd been doing on her own for so long.
She allowed you to dance with her and it was magical...
But astronauts always have to go on missions and part to far away planets...
So, one day, not too long ago, sometime right after you both met, when the coreography was just starting to be rehearsed together for a greater dance...then, you were gone.
The ballerina lost her ground, lost the rhythm, fell from her tiptoes and the music box was silent.
The winds keep bringing messages from you, but she doesn't know for how long.
She feels deep down her skin that the astronaut lingers on...and the longing increases and grows everyday you are apart...
She cannot explain how any of this could be happening to her, since she made a pact to herself to keep her heart as cold as she could, for as long as it was possible, so she could learn to dance own her own and choose her own coreographies.
Then the skies brought her an astronaut...what do astronauts know about dance?
How dare you came into her life that way?
She just don't search for reasons anymore and allowed this story to happen to her, albeit she've losen completelly control of the script.
She looks to the skies every night waiting for a sign...inspite the winds binging her messages from the astronaut everyday...
The distance however is an obstacle for you to get to know each other and she doesn't know what to think or how you really feel about her.
Was just a summer fling? Is this for real?
The ballerina never felt so unsure of the way her life was taking.
The lessons here were not coreographies or dance steps...
She was learning the hardest way that she cannot control every aspect of her life, specially on the matters of heart.
She's also facing the challenge of being patient...but for how long?
And all for a fallen astronaut on the land of pleasures.
Is it gonna last? Do you really love her? Just living and waiting to see how this all will turn.
It's all up to you, my dear enchanted astronaut...
For now she waits and hopes...
She's just a ballerina, a tiny dancer, that someday, rehearsing, stepped into you - an astronaut from a far away planet, who just happened to fall into this high garden of fragmented dreams.
She does remember your first contact, you touched her hand while you were dancing.
Her first reaction could be to avoid you, but somehow that touch meant something during the dance.
As if it was all coreographed from the stars.
Life in her music box just went upside down.
Although she's a ballerina, she knows a little about the skies, but never believed in astronauts - specially because the legend about this type says that they often hurt naive hearts - 'till there was you...
You danced in her music box, some rhythm she'd never danced befored...oh, don't ever challenge a ballerina, they live their lives on tiptoes!
You kept dancing and sharing single moments in a way she'd never expected.
From a rehearsal by herself she found a whole coreography for two, with an astronaut to share a dance with...how could all that be possible?
An astronaut allowed to a ballerina's music box and make her loose her steps?!
She forgot the way to her own dance, to the same old show she'd been doing on her own for so long.
She allowed you to dance with her and it was magical...
But astronauts always have to go on missions and part to far away planets...
So, one day, not too long ago, sometime right after you both met, when the coreography was just starting to be rehearsed together for a greater dance...then, you were gone.
The ballerina lost her ground, lost the rhythm, fell from her tiptoes and the music box was silent.
The winds keep bringing messages from you, but she doesn't know for how long.
She feels deep down her skin that the astronaut lingers on...and the longing increases and grows everyday you are apart...
She cannot explain how any of this could be happening to her, since she made a pact to herself to keep her heart as cold as she could, for as long as it was possible, so she could learn to dance own her own and choose her own coreographies.
Then the skies brought her an astronaut...what do astronauts know about dance?
How dare you came into her life that way?
She just don't search for reasons anymore and allowed this story to happen to her, albeit she've losen completelly control of the script.
She looks to the skies every night waiting for a sign...inspite the winds binging her messages from the astronaut everyday...
The distance however is an obstacle for you to get to know each other and she doesn't know what to think or how you really feel about her.
Was just a summer fling? Is this for real?
The ballerina never felt so unsure of the way her life was taking.
The lessons here were not coreographies or dance steps...
She was learning the hardest way that she cannot control every aspect of her life, specially on the matters of heart.
She's also facing the challenge of being patient...but for how long?
And all for a fallen astronaut on the land of pleasures.
Is it gonna last? Do you really love her? Just living and waiting to see how this all will turn.
It's all up to you, my dear enchanted astronaut...
For now she waits and hopes...
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