Almost everything that you see in people comes and goes unsaid. Words only make the introduction, the rest is done by God. We are all the same and we are all so inconceivably different. Born, touched, loved, excited, tired, deceased ̶ we are all engaged into this endless beautiful yet fragile dance which is both our captivity and our freedom.

Ballerinas

He thought of the elegant little dancer whom he should never see again, and the words of the song sounded in his ears –
“Farewell, warrior! ever brave,
Drifting onward to thy grave.”
[Hans Christian Andersen, The Brave Tin Soldier]