the city’s still my church

Last Saturday as I was cooking some lunch in my kitchen I felt like dancing in a way that I haven’t in a long time. I put on Midnight City…

…which I’d once danced to endlessly in that hotel room in Thailand alone

And I danced again.

And in my imagination, my kitchen became that hotel room, and you were there, dancing with me. 

And in my imagination, my kitchen became that club we went to once, and this time you saw me, and danced with me.

And in my imagination my kitchen was my kitchen, and you were there, dancing with me. 

But that can’t be what I’m dancing for. The past rather than the present and the possibilities of the future.

My life has a then. A time of imagined possibilities for something to begin. Something that was never actually going to happen.

My life needs a now. I need something real to begin.

The city is my church and the dance is my prayer.