Dancing In The Street

So I was on this place, you know, that place we always went to when the sun was going down, remember? The one where I told you that thing about Lenny and Karl, yes? Well, so there I was alone with myself drawing that sculpture of that famous apostle everybody loves in this city when a little kid came across dancing to one of those songs everybody loves. That one about mayonnaise I think. 

The kid knew nothing about dancing, that's for sure, but he sure knew a lot about living. He wasn't like those old men or women who do it for money. He wasn't like those young men or women who do it for attention. He was doing it just for the sake of living. Of his living. And of those who were around. Even if they weren't paying attention. 

What I'm trying to say is that, I don't know, I don't even know what I'm trying to say anymore. I just want to dance in that very sense. In that very sincere sense of dancing. Well, I might do it that one day. Not today, not tomorrow, just that day. You know what day I'm referring to, right? Yeah, you sure do. That will be the first and last day I will dance in street. At least in that way. I'll probably do it more often from that day on, but not in that way anymore. I will do it more slowly each day. More and more softly. More like ballet. But it won't be ballet. It will be me. 

I did not finish the drawing. I left it unfinished in that place. I could't have finished after that kids dancing. It'd have been an offense to that moment. An offense to all those kind of moments ahead. To all the people dancing in the streets. To all the people witnessing them. Everybody would have felt hurt by that action and I don't want to hurt anyone, even though everybody hurts.