Jul 27, 2019
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Everyone goes through hardships, but I just wanted people to know that if you just walk forward, come through, dream and go for it, good things always happen in the end. I wanted them to have some faith in themselves.
Jessica Jung Your daily reminder that you are never alone, everyone struggles, you will get through it. source
Chocolate Love Dance Box 01 by ERUJIEproductions
Enriquew88 Animation Box 1
Smile.
Can you hear the blood? Can you hear the beat? Are you frightened how close you must stand? Can you feel my rhythm section? The drummer is Krupa, but can't keep a constant tempo. Dance dance to the rhyme of this walking beat. Keep going, right on Straight street then a few loops on Hidden circle, but just keep going forward.
No. Don't worry. Keep walking.
You've been here before, but its fine, the path might curve back on itself.
Forward. Bam Bam, Bam Bam Bam Bam.
Keep walking till you can feel it. Walk faster when you lose it and come back, always forward. It sounds loud, that beat. Keep moving to it, don't run, never run.
Wear your best boots farmer, these streets have a mighty anger. Wear your best long black coat student, these winds have a great desire. Wear your finest face friend, I won't recognize you without it.
Write to the beat, hear the slide up the frets ratchet your drumming fingers. Write on, walk forward, and do not run. Be fast, be sure, but never hurry. Find the beat and walk. Feel it heavy in your chest, threatening to force its way out your mouth. Shout out "Lay on Fear, I can never have enough. My beat is mine and shall never flee." But know, you must find it each day. I will be here, with my beat, and I shall stand next to yours, slamming in monotone melodies. Can you hear my walking on your street? Can you know what makes my fear step? Can you hear the blood? Can you hear the beat? Are you frightened how close you must stand?