#self-write

And now I don’t know what to do to stop it. 

Focus on the accomplished, those at the peak of athleticism, and the most creative individuals is inspiring, but it is also worthy to note it is okay if you aren’t ‘there’ because there are millions of baselines for you to set and grow from in your lifetime and there is no reason you can’t grow tall from your own hurdles.

That work ethic follows you, it doesn't come and go, and you'll be in for a huge surprise when you find out how easy it is to talk to others, collaborate, and deliver on expectations.

Sylvia would feel like an invisible soldier.  Standing as she hoped to see Kayley Brooks but sadly she didn't the time she was there.  As her brown eyes would always scan the crowd around her.  In hopes to find the one familiar thing in her life, but sadly there wasn't even that in the hours she stood quietly hoping.  Which it felt like it was stabbing at Sylvia's sanity.  Feeling like no matter how hard she tried to find Kayley Brooks. She was never around to be found.  Looking back from where she came.  Shifting from one foot to the other as unnerving panic stabbed at her heart.  Knowing she wasn't prepared for anything she ever tried to do.  But being encouraged by others to try to resolve the problem felt more like a shattered illusion filled with motivating words coming to a end that were filled with lies.  Every doubt to the dress, the mask, to being there  began to creep under her skin and settle in her heart.  No longer feeling the strength of the amethyst woven in her blond hair that she felt earlier seemed to fade.  Or was just completely overpowered with her own continuous doubt she seemed to have a tight hold of. But the night wouldn't be entirely forgotten. Yes it was just a another attempt to find Kayley and it turned out to be yet another Sylvia fail. But tonight for her held a very dream like beauty that felt appropriate in a elegant and memorable way. She just wished in her own way she was a bit more courageous.  But she knew she wasn't a natural at the whole courage business.  While she felt her eyes would start to tear up.  She would seem to turn and make her way out.  Her dress seemed to move in the rhythm she walked.  Feeling herself fall apart as the closer she got to the door.  The more closer she got to the door.  The more her heart pounded against her chest.  Urging herself to escape. And when Sylvia finally took that first step out of the building.  It seemed to burst her panic, and no longer feeling like she was trapped in some suffocating whirlwind.  As she continued to move forward.  Holding her elbows as if this was a habit of hers when she walked away.  The things that felt like turmoil seemed to vanish.  Seeming to remove her two inch heels as she leaned down to grasp them.  Starting to run as if it was the only thing in her life she could conquer.  Having the wind pick up her white dress as it whipped and danced against her thighs.  She didn't seem to stop until she was rather drenched with sweat and her breath was burning knives in her throat.  Comfortably walking the rest of her way home.

At least you aren’t treated as invisible.

Oga Kiyoshitsuro held a bag of groceries in his hand as he whistled his way home with the evening sun set behind him. He took a deep breath and smiled as the night breeze blown through his hair. He brushed his hair back with his free hair. At the edge of the forest, he saw something that caught his attention. There stood a lady wearing a white gown with red pants, similar to how a priestess would wear, holding a basket. She looked extremely focused as her expression around her face tightened. She bent down, plucked a flower and her facial features soften to a glowing smile. She kept the flower in the basket and continued uphill, most likely to gather a few more. Oga looked at the forest, and noticed that the slope was rather dangerous and steep. Since he was such a curious man, he decides to watch over her. “As a man, I must see to it that she is safe,” he told himself as he gave a nod. Oga ventured forward, being very quiet and watched the lady from afar. The lady saw something that caught her eyes as her facial expression lightens up once more, held her basket close to her and struggled up the slope. Oga stood quietly behind a tree as he saw how excited she was and chuckled softly, so he would not distract her. As the lady got closer to where she wanted to be, she reached out her hand to grab it. But before her long delicate fingers has made it’s reached to the flower, she lost her footing, fell forward and began tumbling down the slope. Oga eyes widen, his heart race as he watched helplessly as she tumbled down. Without a second to lose, he dropped his grocery bag and sling bag on the ground and ran upwards to her. As she got closer, he bent both his knees on the ground and dug his feet into ground for support, ready to catch her. The lady was too frightened to scream as her body continues to tumble and finally she came to a halt and heard a grunt. She looked up and around before she slumped back down as the feeling of exhaustion ran through her body. She felt something beneath her squirmed and heard another grunt.  “Could you please get off me?” Oga said in a raspy voice and cleared his throat. The lady blushed, a shade of cherry red colored her cheeks. She quickly nodded her head and flailed to the side, giving the man the space he needed. She positioned herself with her back on the ground, gazed towards the sky as she whispered her thanks. Oga sat up and began dusting himself, dusting off pieces of grass and dirt that was caught in his shirt. “Are you alright?” he asked as he dusted his sleeves. “I’ll be fine” she replied in a dreamy tone. She smiles as stars began to fill the sky. Oga stood up and dusted his pants. He twisted his upper body to check every visible part of him, ensuring that he was free of dirt. He frowned as he noticed that his favorite shirt was stained with dirt. He sighed deeply and walked up to the lady. He bent his knee a little, supporting himself with his left hand on his knee and offered his right hand to her. “It’s going to get cold. You should head on home”, He said. The night breeze blew and goose bumps spreads across his arms. His teeth began to chatter and his body shook. Oga was a normal sized man, but has a weakness to the cold. The lady casually turned her head and noticed a shaking hand. She blinked her eyes again and followed the arm to Oga. Oga had ruffled black hair, a pair of spectacles balance on his nose with piercing black eyes looking down at her. She reached out her hand and placed it gently on top of his. Oga pulled her up, she fell forward against him. He held her body close to him, worried that she might fall again. He swallowed hard as the weight he felt of her was amazingly light. “Uhm, excuse me” The lady whispered against his chest. Oga looked down as her wavy ash-grey colored hair blown in the wind. He was mesmerized by how it flown, he had forgotten to reply. “Excuse me,” The girl spoke a little louder, hoping he would hear him the second time. Oga broke off from the trace and cleared his throat. “Ah, yes?” He asked the lady as he slowly released her from his grasp. “Thank you.” She whispered as he released her. Oga tilted his head to the side feeling quite confused. The lady took a step forward, fell to the ground and held her right ankle. It was the ankle that lost her footing which caused her to fall. She winced in pain and pants heavily as she tried to control her tears. But her tears had swelled in her eyes, fell upon her cheeks and began to whimper softly. Oga heard her cry and saw how she had placed both her hands around her ankle. “Let me see that.” Oga said as he squat next to her and reached out his hand as he gently removed her hand from her ankle. He shook his head as he saw how badly her ankle has swollen. The lady held her breath as she felt a sharp pain surging through her. She slowly peeked to see how badly her ankle might be. She broke into tears at the sight and began to brawl loudly. Oga fumbled as he was unsure on how to handle the situation. He patted her back gently and cooed her and wondered how else he could do to calm her down. He remembered that she was picking up flowers earlier maybe that that would help, he thought to himself.