My fingers know the way
When my mind does not
I will overthink it
And misstep
Hit the wrong key
Cringe
And try again
If I let my fingers take the reins
I think we’d have something
It does come naturally
It is who I am
If I just let
My fingers do it
And stopped
Thinking so much
Because
I know the way
I just don’t always trust that I do
A childhood obsession, sure.
That's how it started.
But it's all I am -
It's who I am -
It's the deepest
Truest
Version of myself I could possibly be.
The notebook.
Stats and tracking
When we talked about college
Four years away for you
Five for me
You want to go to MIT
"Math", you said
4.7% acceptance rate
Buddy, trust me, if anyone can make it it's you and that's not even bias,
My therapist told me not to punch waves
I think it was supposed to be a metaphor
I don't punch waves
I throw myself into them
Relentlessly
Until I can't feel the pain
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