Different Kind of Warmth

In the beginning, stepping underneath the bright lights would warm the surrounding air, and speaking was as easy as breathing. As the years went on becoming accustomed to the lights and their power- feeding off the warmth, and brightness.

Not knowing the times of the day- what it was like to be cold or out of breath.

To step out under the lights, made us who we wanted to be- we shifted into different versions of ourselves. People we only wished we could be on the outside. Letting our voice be our greatest asset, our bodies speaking in ways they never had before.

The warm atmosphere, the sturdy surface- the incandescent lights bringing to life the delicate gels as they dance around us and us in them.

Transporting us to a brand new escape, for the while we did not exist to the world as ourselves.