Lately, I've been feeling...uninspired. My blog feels bland. I've been forcing myself to write for this blog but it just doesn't...fit. So for a while now I've been planning some changes. For my blog, my posts, and even, myself, in hopes of inspiring and improving, A Dancer's Pointe.

1. name change.

I seem to have decided what I want to do with my life. I want to be a writer...for now, anyways. Don't get me wrong, I'm still a dancer. I will always twirl around the room and try to lift my leg above my head, but I'd rather spend my time sitting down at my laptop and watching the words dance for me. So my new blog name will be... *pause for dramatic effect* ... Truly. Madly. Deeply. Thank you so much Kenz, for helping me choose this beautiful name. I love it. Those three little words explain so much.

Note: I will be keeping the URL [ http://a-dancers-pointe.blogspot.com ] so I can remember who I was... Or I guess, what this blog was... o.O

2. new design

New name, new look. ;) Fangirl moment: EEEEEK! I can't wait to show it to you guys! It's all spaced out and clean and ASDFGHJKL... I love it. <3

3. new writing

I want to get deeper into my writing. I want to learn unique words. I want not only to write books, but write inspiring passages, devotionals--something that make people think and dig within themselves. I want to inspire. I want to do beautiful things with my words. I want to express myself.

So...yeah. Those are just a few of the upcoming changes that are head to A Dancer's--I mean, Truly. Madly. Deeply. :}

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I flip through the pages of my book, sighing and letting the words blur my vision. A soft growl is heard above the slight breeze that blows my hair and waves the grass. I roll my eyes and close my book.

"If you're trying to scare me again, it won't work."

I listen to the small sigh but still jump back when he pounces on me.

"Ah hah! And you said it wouldn't work!"

I giggle as we roll around in the grass. I try to push him off of me, while he stubbornly hangs on. "Get off of me!"

"No."

We continue to roll, and that's when I notice our slight downhill incline. "Oh no..." I reach a hand out, clawing at the grass, trying to slow us down as we begin to slide instead of roll.

"Oh--" His voice is cut off by the splash of our bodies, hitting the water. I lift my head above the pond water, gasping for air and managing to push him off of me. He turns toward me and laughs, covering his mouth as he points at me with his free hand. I look up, noticing the pond lily perched on my head. I pull it off, looking back at him and letting out my own snort-filled laughter. On his head sits a tiny, frightened duck. He looks up and freezes in his position, his wide eyes lowering to look back at me.

"Get. It. Off." He states in a low tone. I roll my eyes, scooping the tiny duckling up and setting back in the water. It starts to swim away, then turns its head back toward us. I wave, letting out a soft good-bye and it nods its head, before turning forward and swimming away.

I blink, slowly looking over at him as he looks back at me. This time we both laugh. He helps me, after our giggles die down, and I look down at my tattered clothing.

"Working on a new trend?" He asks, slowly linking our fingers.

"Um...I guess so." I mumble.

His lips gently press to my cheek, and I lift my head to study his dark eyes. "You look good. As usual."

I feel the heat, traveling to my cheeks and staining them a bright red color. "Thank you."

He waves his hand, dismissing my thanks. "So what are you up to today?"

"Well I was trying to read, and squeeze in a few moments of pond-less, quiet time."

"You should know by now that that's not the way things work around here."

"I should, but I keep trying to deny the facts."

He leads me up to the top of the small hill. "Look at this." he whispers, his free hand gesturing out to the land before our eyes. Rolling hills, bright blue skies, mountains in the distance.

It's like a picture from a movie, I think to myself.

"Someday," he continues, "I want to climb that mountain over there."

"Why?"

"Just to say that I did."

"Oh."

"And do you know what I'd do once I reached the top?" He looks down at me, and I slowly look up at him, our eyes meeting in the dark shadow that his tall figure casts. "I would proclaim my love for you."

It happens fast. He leans in and our noses touch. My eyes squeeze shut and my fingers find their way into his hair.

My mind creates a poem as our bodies move, touch, and feel.

because sometimes, pictures express how i feel, better than i can.

She doesn't want to look up, only for her eyes to find the dark and terrible surroundings she calls her world. She doesn't want to go back, to the dwelling where words were spoken and exchanged but never taken back. She doesn't want to sit there forever. But that seems like the best option right now.

While she swings, she listens and thinks, sings and sinks, the only company she has is the rag doll under her fingertips.

It looks worn--just like her.

And torn--again, like her.

And used--just. like. her.

Yet loved--a foreign feeling that has been wasted.

She lifts her head to look up at the dark sky, wishing the clouds would split apart and act merciless upon her. Instead, they seem as if to slowly zip open, lightly letting down a few droplets at a time. She lets a small smile slip from her lips, suddenly wondering why her mood matches the weather--dark and gloomy, overcast and sad. She doesn't have to feel this way. She doesn't have to act this way. Things don't have to be bad--and maybe they aren't as bad as it seems.

Something catches the little light that seeps through the storm clouds, and she feels her lips stretching.

It's the silver lining, she thinks. The silver lining that every cloud has.

Growing up.

Such a thought scares me.

To think, in just a few short years I'll be invited--or maybe shoved--into the scary world of adults. I'll have to decide who I am, who I want to be, what I want to do with my life, and so much more. I'll have to make hard decisions, and learn from the consequences.

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And that concludes this short...story?

At least that's what I'd like to call it. :}

What do you think of the ending?

Was it confusing?

Should I change it?

Please tell me your thoughts. :)

thanks for reading this interesting post. <3

Edit: I have changed le ending. :}

A few of you thought it was confusing, and I totally agree...

Please enjoy! :P