hopes

I used to dance all night and drink juice and play ping pong and laugh and feel the beginings so near my heart. 

I used to be always smiling and always present. 

I used to take one sip of wine and feel anxious.

I used to dance from my core, not on any known rhythm to man or ape, but to a rhythm I felt in my heart. 

Close to a door I sometimes open to let my hopes out in the sun.