When Emotions Dance
When the clock strikes midnight, it’s time to get home. But what we learn at the ball tonight, we need to make known. Life’s not a party. It’s more of a dance. And thankfully, none of it is left to chance. There IS an Orchestrator. He chooses the songs - He handles the beat. We simply decide what to do with our feet. For now, we sit at our table, content in our seats. We watch all the people. We converse. Laugh. And Repeat. In walks Joy. (We all knew she was invited.) Her presence alone makes everyone excited. She’s an old friend, a sweet soul we all know. She goes straight to the dance floor and (of course) steals the show. Then suddenly, Joy steps off to the side. It seems that something threw her off her stride. It was him. Everything changed when he entered in. A sloppy, stinking young man walked through the door. (People wonder if he’s ever been here before.) With dirty cloth...