Running Lost Without Confusion.

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You were less than ten feet away from me, running. Take me with you. Take me and teach me how to sing, how to play guitar, and how to write a song. Give me a love that takes my voice to new heights. Motivation to want to learn anything. Give me a million lovely reasons to write a song. Let us both share our faces in black and white photos. Hit the ground running with your hand forever in mine. Find ourselves in the heart of foreign cities. Lost without confusion in the hearts of each other. I was never one for the limelight, but I will take on anything for the chance to call you mine. Let us run into a forever that is all our own. 

August 6, 2017

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Once, in a moment of darkness, I saw his silhouette like it was day. Running. Running. Running.

Two years ago today, Shawn (Gryffindor Muffin) Mendes ran straight for the B-Stage and the floor erupted in a series of shocked and soft gasps. We were all too stunned to do the one thing we all wanted to do. Run. Run with him. 

Even when the universe had gone dark, his presence never left. Perhaps a moon hung shining bright in that arena that night, but he was our sun. The focal point of a thousand stars. A silhouette of life and of hope in ever-expanding darkness. 

I wrote this small blurb two weeks later, and it's honestly too cheesy for my taste. However, I told myself I would post it today after I realized it reminded me of Lost In Japan. As well as it is the anniversary of that night.

For someone with social anxiety, it's memories like this that get me through the rough times. The rough times where I feel like I'm not and not ever going to live. So, many people are not going to understand the damage my anxiety inflicts and the healing power of a moment like this. It doesn't matter if they don't understand. It matters that you hold one to the happiness in memories like this one. Sometimes they're all you have until the sun comes round again. Find a memory you love and hold onto it. One day we're all going to look back and see a beautiful string of lights made up of moments and memories we love.

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