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An awkward phase.

So I envy, and then I worry.

It is that precious moment of pure, unadulterated bliss that I seek – of at first being gifted with something so devastatingly underwhelming, and then learning to welcome and violently embrace it – broken chords, warts and all. It eventually becomes a rare heartache that can never go away for long, and strangely enough, I fear it may never come to pass again.

See, the cover art was visually unappealing, the song titles at immediate glance shockingly uninspiring.

Then came the first song subdued in nature, warmed only by that familiar low register in answer.

And now, three years later, caution is still my middle name. Even a trained hunter carefully circling its prey can never be fully prepared; you could choose to either boldly launch the first strike, or forever remain at risk at being struck mercilessly from behind.

So today I shall accept the passing buzzards and swimming alligators, steering away willingly and into the unknown. For I know that there is more to this than just the science of listening to you, to get to you.

And I can not hardly wait.

I am secretly in love with,
Everyone that I grew up with.

Details of this entry.Tuesday, April 09, 2013, filed under Musings.
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