He’s So Chill, Frosty Wants His Secrets
I once worked to eat. Now, my purpose has
shifted—so my younger, strangely taller brother, sharp as a scalpel and steady
as a heartbeat, won’t have to Google ‘appendix or appendix?’
A boy who could blow up but just breathes.
Who could fall apart but stands whole, smiling. Who could argue but just sips
his drink. He moves beyond reaction—seeing what others don’t: a high schooler
with a black belt in skill and a monk in spirit.
You can’t teach that. Power is knowing when
not to strike. 💎
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