Happily, I Dance

I've been thinking a lot about energy lately, personal energy that is. I see peoples personal energy as colors. I guess it would commonly be known as aura's. It's one of those things that I have always taken for granted and never really examined very closely. It's sorta normal for me, but makes people look at me funny if I mention it, so I usually don't.

It's that bitch at work that has made me think of it so much. Her energy is very dark, it rolls off her in waves. I do my best to stay out of her wake, but sometimes I get caught in a riptide. She's toxic. I don't swim well and find it exhausting.

I've followed this thought out some, it has made me remember that Musicman has that same dark energy. But, his dark energy attracts me, it feeds me. It settles and balances me. His darkness doesn't overwhelm me, it enhances and highlights me. In that way, his energy sets the tone of our relationship.

He lets me be the shining light. The focus of everything, yet, behind the dark curtain, he maintains control. Often, I burn too bright, implosion iminent. His energy, so dark and absorbinging, cradles me in safety. Insulates me from the harshness of a too bright world.

His darkness collides with my bright energy, explosions occur. Darkness and brightness do not mix, or create grey.  Souls mingle and burst, into the most brilliant of colors. I wonder some times, does he understand the power he holds in his hands.

Is he the puppet master?

I dance.

I hear his tune.

Happily, I dance.