Kazeoseki

N L Tran A world where he is not him.   A world where he becomes a person who is not him. A person in a world unaccepting of him. Society.  A city built upon faces and gestures and structures.   Society.  A city printed by maps and rules and steps. A handbook that tells him how to be him. “You cannot act like this.” “You cannot speak like this.” “You cannot dress like this.” “You cannot write like this.” “You cannot eat like this.” “You cannot be like this.” A place where how he presents himself is of utmost importance. A place where judgment is more taken up to how

Kinetic Phase N L Tran Prologue A "Yo Nathan!" A seventeen year old boy of about five-ten feet-inches rises from his seating at a glossy-wooden table. It was one table of many that sits outside of the classrooms near the line of students waiting to purchase their food for lunch. Nathan, the five-ten seventeen year old boy, has a youthful appearance of beautiful facial proportions, a thin but strong build, bright, electrifying blue-green eyes, and smooth, brown hair that falls down but does not touch his shoulders. He wears a white, unbuttoned collared shirt with a dragon tattoo printed on its back, a mahogany inner shirt of black plaids,

Usually I think about these things by myself and I don't converse about them much.  Sometimes with one other person at times.  And well, I do learn a lot just by thinking about it and even researching about it.  But then I also want to hear other people think.  Things you don't hear much or you don't think about. Before I always thought no one else thought these things but me...or normal people don't think like me.  That was back then.  But that's an unreasonable assumption.  I don't know what people think.  I can't assume what's hidden.  As stupid they look, as superficial, hyperactive, overly depressed, I have no idea.  Unless they share.