Ferris Bueller

The call of adventure brings mind of what future I'll seek.

Capturing the dense landscape in a lens, writing my heart on fresh pages.

Entertainment.

However, fear and anxiety manifests itself as a pain I do not understand.

Something that tickles my stomach and helps me understand.

There's always some people who will take things the wrong way. You did and I'm sorry for that.

There's always some people who are free and united. I'm still stumbling behind that passion.

Outer space looms in the distance, a vast space of void. The stars shining from the dark blue canvas, I see a constellation of a hunter and his belt.

Here in whatever room I'm in, I'm all alone, by myself writing this as my catharsis.

I don't own a Ferrari and I can call myself a slack. Regardless, I can't impersonate people or trick the school. I feel normal and I'm rowing without a paddle.

I wish to take a day off and just relax outside. But you're not there, so I stay introverted in a white cave.

The desk is there for me to lean on. It doesn't mind. But I do care about my friends and my family. There's a few people I talk to and they can understand.

I just wish I could tell everything to them. And you.

"It's a complicated mix of emotions."