<chapter one; rock—heart>
　　　 you'll find new good music.

subsequently i crave the touch of further in my conscience, devoir eminence to consider all the chaos inward me but at the same time be intrigued by everything as well. i want to lay down my conscience bare, like the musical notes on a white sheet of letterhead. and i reverie eminence which appreciates the melody comes along and picks me up. and when they start to hum the tune i have kept hidden in my depths for so long, i'll finally feel like i belong somewhere—even if that somewhere is just the tip of their tongue or the curve of their lips.