Two minutes. Waiting.

My heart is ready to burst.

The lanes are naked, clean,

ready to be torn up by cleats

and sweat.

Hundreds of eyes blinking and

staring.

Chatter swarmed into a calm

storm underneath this dome.

Waiting is the hardest part.

The anticipation, building.

Struggling to breathe as I

strategize.

Faster here.

Ease up here.

Go for the…

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My beginning: No control.

Outside the window, the cold wind is howling and whipping back forth. Inside, deafening electronic music is pounding while dozens of drunken college kids slam their heads and blow their fists in the air. Steaming red lights beam into the room as half-drunk girls sip from their red cups and drift their eyes across the room, trying to latch on to something. Inside, the walls are cheap, paint chips crumbling and tumbling off. Fifty-something Syracuse…

Any day like today

Yesterday or

Tomorrow.

A lonely long sidewalk.

Music

Spearing from ear to ear

The same steps you’ve walked

Your entire life.

Notes building, gentle.

Gliding sounds stringing

Your childhood from birth in a

Rushing creek of experiences.

A vision way never seen before.

Step, step, step.

Breathe in, breathe out.

The heartbreak floating…

Japanese:Sotto na kareru shiro ni kawaitaku na kato de hairo no watashi wa tada jitte kieteiku no miteite.

English:In the quietly withering castle in a thisrty time of change an ash colored me is just vanishing slowly watching.

Japanese:Hoshi wo atsumete tsukuru suna no oshiro ni watashi no sasavaka na inori konorete ochiru sono ashi no oto wa machibusete nagidasu no oto wa machibusete nagidasu

English:Gather the stars and build a sandcastle…