Tyranny

like a kabalevsky symphony makes me feel power, like a sciabin piano sonata makes me feel lost, like a tchaikovsky "season" makes me feel remorseful,  like a chopin piano concerto makes me feel love. my mind is moving, shifting, expanding. nothing can contain my complaints. my confidence hitting highs even greater than DYY value.

the dust settles on the vacant village i once called home. run, flee, hide. let me get all avril lavigne and rhyme home with home.

tomorrow marks the beginning of the end. mozart, and kabalevsky showed me the world. i am able to loop around what i thought to be lost. tomorrow is my last piano performance in front of student, using those pieces. this is the end of my variation and sonata.

but with one closing door, comes a wide open one. well to be more accurate, the door was opened slightly, just so that thin beam of light could pierce through even the darkest room. then it got kicked open.

carleton accepted my vacant plea. but this time, going to concordia, things are different. i will have the wind on my back. this is it. this is final.

i'm not going to leave that audition room with a frown. i'm there, i'm here, i will burn more magnificently than the son of gods drowning in his brother in law's pool.

CULTIVATING

positive energy, one laugh, kiss, hug, word, 'i love you' at a time.