Kanji, Kanji...with the big green eyes. I still remember you even after all these years. You were sad when I met you and left me confused when you left. Those eyes, so beautiful, so sparkling, and so full of life.
It first begins as a movement of the soul, mind and eventually spirit. Only after long, drawn out deliberation and confrontation does the once internal, now public, resistance have a chance of minimal survival. With acceptance comes disgust and with disgust comes immediate need for redemption, thus the revolution has begun.
The seeking is bitter alienation. It is humiliating, isolating and awkwardly uncomfortable, yet worth every bloody second.
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