In reality, the topic on my mind at the moment has been splitting away from my mother. This theme has been running through my mind for a while, but it has been reaching a new intensity over the past few days. I can see it, clearer than day, and it seems like an eventuality to me instead of just a dream like it had been before.
In months and years past, I was too terrified to even think about this as a close possibility. Now, I am alive with the excitement of what could happen if I get the courage to open my mouth at the right time..... It could be beautiful, like fireworks or a volcanic eruption, or it could be easier, like water breaching a weak wall.
On another note (literally), NYSSMA is coming up fast. In two and a half weeks, I will be preforming in front of a judge in three different disciplines. I will again be playing a French Horn solo, and it will be joined by a woodwind quintet piece and a vocal solo! I feel prepared for all of these things, and for the first time, I am not nervous entering crunch time for NYSSMA. It's a nice feeling, to be sure.
Out there, deep within the ominous
Purple of the gathering storm, a
Child cries for help, grasping with both hands at
Something that has abandoned them
Past the windswept slopes of snowcapped
Mountains, a white rabbit lies torn, red
Lifeblood dripping on the thick
Under the waves of a stormy
Sea, a creature is torn, body
Drifting in currents it no longer
Somewhere, life is changed irreparably.
Somewhere, a life such as mine is considered