The Dance of Life

The Dance of Life Leaving the most notorious bar in a state of confusion, I stumbled out on Jackson Street with a heavy heart. Still wearing the same gray suit from yesterday, I walked the familiar street like a somnambulist. Just before yesterday, my life was full of optimism and effervescence. I had had an enjoyable career as a doctor who was on the verge of convincing NASA to support my desire to carry out …

…dancing and yet I understood everything about her, and she about me. Under the diaphanous light of the moon, I suddenly realized that the woman and I were the only two miserable individuals on the dance floor. We were two creatures trying to relieve each other’s pain as much as we could. As we danced into the state of oblivion, I understood that this dance would be the last dance of life for me.