I want to write a song, a good song. A song that will let you fold into your heart and let you find yourself, in your own place and cover you.
I want to create a piece, made with pencil marks, dashes of marker and paint.
It would make you wonder how it came to be and how you also could make something, you call beautiful.
I want to sing and as I do, I want my voice to represent thoughts that flow through the soul, so they become one with yours.
I want to dance, dance and let the my graceful steps make you feel as if you were dancing and flying right alongside me.

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I want to manifest a creation and be consumed in it; a place of safety that explores and consumes.
I don't know what stops me from doing all the things I want to do.
Actually, it is the fear that what I think belongs, actually does not.
It is my fear that I am blinded by the familiarity of my own self, and can not see objectively.
At heart it is the fear of other people.

But overcoming fear is easier said then done.
For me, it feels like overcoming this fear is like being in denial.

I hate the person who says "I can't" because I see myself in that.

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And all these are, are my confessions of what I want to do, to be. But for some reason I can not, because you, you have the objective eyes (whoever you may be). And maybe one day, I will not be afraid to become my own. To see things with my own eyes and trust them.

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And I am sorry about this post, but I guess its time for me to own up to some things and say some confessions. I don't know what kind of pride this is, but its gotta get out of the way so I can move forward. And since there is a first time for everything...here they are. Golly, I am such a late bloomer.

“Are you really in college?” asked the new kid while I was messing around with his friend.

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So sing to the song in your soul and interrupt a stranger’s thoughts
Stumble with the lyrics and make them up as you do
Skip, skip, skip to my lou, for that’s the way of living longer
Your gaze is my senseless electric and endless questionnaire
And don’t forget to laugh forever when her eyes become my smile

Hello ladies and gentlemen of the instant-era.
I remember this advice: When angry, count to 10 before you speak. If very angry, a hundred.

*Remember, anger is not the only emotion you may use this for.
** You may also choose to replace the word "speak" with the word "act."
*** You may also choose to extend the waiting period to days or even months and years depending on your personal circumstance and situation, until said emotion has dissipated and your rational Dr. Jekyll has reappeared.


List of alternative emotions:

Confusion
Shock
Lust
Jealousy
Frustration
Sorrow
Etc.

But if you find yourself changing to grow
Embrace yourself and realize the world is yours