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It’s not stalking, and it’s not an obsession. It’s not an infatuation or some silly teenage crush. But how can I know it’s love? I’m still a kid, and I’ve never had this feeling before. What is it? Should I just pretend it’s just a crush and let it evaporate when the next one comes along, or should I treat it like an illness, trying to cure it? What is it? What is this feeling in my gut and my chest whenever I see that one person? What is it when my heart clenches with a thousand hot needles ...

He took care when he washed his face. Pimples, blemishes, and other unsightly things would not be good for a person such as him. He took care when he washed his hair. Untamed and unruly hair would not be good for a person such as him. He did not take care when doing his studies, for doing well in such materials would not look good for a person such as he. He was expected to win his wrestling matches, to make his followers laugh, and to date and have sex with the most popular girl in school. B...

Upon a hill she stands For all to see Surrounded by the beauty of nature Which surpasses all but her She stands upon that hill over yonder For all to see Where she gives the world a song That reaches to your soul Through her arms and fingers Through the wood and metal coils God reaches out Through the trees Through the sky Through the earth Nature reaches through her To show us the beauty Yet Hark the melancholy sound What goes wrong?

It is the night and the winter You are the sun and the summer Come, I command Show me my face Show me who I am Melt the snows that hide my features Alas, you do not budge The sun acts upon its own accord So must I Only I can reveal myself Oh, but if the sun would shine once more She takes too long Warm my bones, sun! I grow old and weak. Melt away the weakness and age. Alas, she will not budge What’s this She comes a-calling She says Wait patiently dear one I will soon be with you And I shall...

the chords descend into my heart making my body resonant like a cello, which i am the notes soar through the air i can see them i can see the ink, the blood, the spirit, the genius the feeling: pain, love, anxiety, depression, happiness... sadness i see the chords running into my ears and down into my heart