Listening to Itoshi Hito.
Miyavi's voice is soothing somehow in this mix in my life.
Do you see the difficulty transitioning?
I really am moving out and on.
The crossroads are happening. A magnetic force pulls me in this direction.
Like Frost's poetry.
English is secretly one of my most cherished courses.
The framework is setting.
The clay is molding. I am being pushed, changed,
blended, and carefully set in all the right places.
This is the make of my future.
Somedays I feel lost. I pray.
I want to be strong. I really wish I felt more that way.
My shyness is being stripped, if not beaten out of me.
Childhood melted off of my exoskeletal, introverted mind.
Wipe away those tears. Step off the platform.
Dive. Don't twitch. No time to be afraid.
Execute or fail.
That's how I feel these days.
I typed this in the span of this song.
The acoustic guitar sings to my heart.
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