True.

To cross this line, to the only thing that's true


The piano keys are pressed down in fluid motions. Each key does its best to impress, to make you remember. Violin accompanies, tugging at the strings in your heart. A voice comes by: clear, going into the depths of your soul, bringing out memories that swirl in your head, bringing out emotions that pull down your heart, making it heavier and heavier. You see images in front of you, subtle and yet they bring out what you truly feel.

The music rises to a cresendo, and the world spins around you. Overwhelmed by everything, you turn dizzy. The music slowly ends but you are barely aware.

And you think, this is too good to be true.

x x x x x

That was just random. 2.4's tomorrow, and may my mind save me like it did during jumps. I'm totally unprepared. Run, Zhi Xin, run.. I'm going to put myself in that situation when I felt like running and running and never stopping. Run like never before.

And can the camp groupings hurry come out. We're all dying in anticipation. Kill us with homework, and kill us with waiting. And I'm killed by undone homework. Get back on track, girl. Get back on the train. Wait, I was never on track.

x x x x x

And she's flattened against the wall, with nowhere to go. Yet she can see clearly, see everything. Everything but the hearts of people.

Give it to me true, give it to me pure.