I have all this greatness in my head-I can feel it there. I feel art, I feel stories, I feel poetry, I feel invention. I feel colors and shapes. My mind is a whirlwind of cavorting interests, a swirling vortex consuming the magic and mystery we call The Arts.
My name is Ritsu Sohma.
I have this mind, so full of invention, and so trapped. Trapped behind a barrier of words, a host of demons spawned from insecurity and despair.
I am sorry. I am sorry for withholding these great things.
But I worry about what you will think.
Would you hate me if they did not work?
Would you hate me if they came out wrong?
Would you hate me if I used bad grammar?
Do you hate me for never trying?
I'm so sorry.
I try. I try and try and try. But they won't be freed. I sit, like a pet duck, sitting on a pond with its wings clipped, longing to watch my ideas soar.
You sit, like a dog waiting for food, tailing whirling enthusiastically, hoping for more.
I'm sorry.
I have no food.
My thoughts will never take wing.
I apologize.
I'm so sorry.
I don't know where that came from. But there you have it. next chapter is kyo. What does a boy with so many secrets hide from even Akito? What does he hide from everyone?
