Hatsune Miku and Pattrick Watson

 Listening to Hatsune Miku makes me feel alive. I love it! But it’s different from  Pattrick Watson. He makes me feel the effects of reality. It reminds me of the corruption around me, how I feel being a part of that world. And it reminds me of what I'm fighting for. Miku makes me feel alive, but not in the same way. More like I’m living in the world I dreamt of. I always thought that’s what life would be like when I was young. But my parents were just really really good at covering my eyes whenever there was something wrong in the world they didn't want me to see. And they’d smile at me while holding my hand, humming that lullaby I still can’t find the origin of. 

 The point is I’m aware Hatsune Miku and Pattrick Watson are a funny combination to be my 2 favorite artists. But what can I say! One makes me feel real, and the other makes me feel REAL.

Side note. It took me so long to find a font I liked for this, because usually my handwriting is crazy and hard to read. After my voice went away, I spent so long trying to perfect my handwriting only to find out... Nobody can read good hand writing. All the fonts I liked I can tell were similar. So I chose this one. Pretty simple but I like it. Reminds me of my handwriting from back in grade school.


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