muse-s and grouses.

hello bevan,
welcome back.
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bevan’s life this week has been unusual to say the least, beginning with the muse, bringing the sounds of persia, china, hongkong, and the impossibilities of gillingham, he felt was an enjoyable experience albeit exhausting. and realising it’s the last time he’ll be with his seniors performing a concert, it didnt hit him till now.

the nostalgia is hitting him hard, and he decides to treasure the japan trip, every moment.

and even with one person sitting in between, the mouth was lazy to move, mind inactive to think, and heart whirring in confusion. send him a clear sign, or perhaps, he should be sending himself one.

the pressure of 10000pa is crushing him, most probably mashing his brains into minuscule bits, and he walks each day to just end it. and when the night beckons, he embraces it so deeply and tightly that he wishes he never wishes to wake up. other than school forcing him to.

bevan obviously doesn’t know what is going through his head right now,
knowing how my mind works doesn’t help,
and neither does having nobody to talk to.

—
and if he told you to let go
would you accept it?
let go.