ACCEPTANCE   /    who did this to you, to make you feel like you swell up over the sides of your ship? you are one of those souls i covet in my friends: you are passionate, creative. you will try anything once, but you often find yourself staying your hand out of caution.

too many times you have heard other people cut your interests into shreds. too many times you have heard the same routine between your friends - they roll their eyes and tell you to just be a little bit normal for a second. you know you are too loud. you know you get too excited about things. you know you are just a little bit much, right. a little bit winging out of the wild. you feel puppyish, annoying, toting yourself along the heels of other people who are calm, cool, collected. 

you cannot survive for the benefit of others. you cannot continue to slice yourself so that their selection fits your resolve. you cannot be half of your passion. without you, there is no joy. that's it. when you are wondering why they let you follow them around, it is because you are the only source of sunshine. the only source of energy. they need you.

❝  i don't think i should continue wasting your time, sir, i'm sure you have other people waiting for you outside, ❞ his hand grips upon the handle, theatrically waiting for favourable interpose halting his grandeur exit . . . though he doubts it would ever come, hence he looks at the majestic figure over the shoulder, with a low murmur is dissipating; almost like a plea, but also a recognition of possibility that there's an unknown consideration looming from his brusque punctuation⸺he would prefer that, rather than bearing disillusionment to his godfather ( albeit, what he fears, is how emotional maurizio would be &. concoct unnecessary massacre; tarnishing what he has been doing to detach their family's name from negative connotations in the public ) ❝  unless, is there something else you wish to discuss, don corleone? ❞