I shouldn’t have to say it, and my heartbeats should be enough evidence to show that I’m excited to be here. Even though they’re neglected and shut down, when I see you, they can’t help but step up and, just as you do, demand from me everything I want to give.

Sometimes, even from inside here, I can hear their beats, your beating. And sometimes, just in those very times, the music makes me wonder: why the hell have I been dancing by myself for so long?

It just feels different, and different is great. Different pressure makes the air flow. Different heights are the fundamental core of waterfalls. What I mean is, difference is movement. Difference is what I can’t deal with. Different is how I feel when I’m with you, and I can’t tell you to shut up because that would make us equal in silence. I’m not telling you to shut up.