The Empty
Cup
After listening to a few Mozart
piano pieces, I then went ahead and fixed myself an iced coffee. Anyways, while
I'm just sitting here nibbling garlic bread, my lil’ sis is currently facing
off against other schools in a math competition.
I actually held back from helping
her during prep, mostly because I’m intentionally teaching her empathy, or
something. Like, when she sees the people around her struggling to keep up,
she’ll be the type to take her time and help them catch up, now that she knows
what it’s like to be on the losing end.
Hyperfixations
✨
You ever sit there thinking you
have a lot to say but you’re just staring at the screen? I try to start, but I
just end up deleting it ’cause nothing feels like what I really want to say. You
know that feeling?
I’ve got so much I’m excited to
write about, like the people I find hella cool, the things about people I pick
up on, plus the violin tracks I’ve been listening to non-stop. But out of
everything I’ve been meaning to write about, my absolute favorite has to be
Csárdás by Vittorio Monti. Listening to it feels like going in just to see what
happens and coming away feeling like I just fell in love like it’s my first
ever.
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