I wish I could somehow transpose music into literature. Much like someone who tries to make 'listening' to a symphony enjoyable to a deaf person by projecting images. But nothing in language, save rhythm schemes and pentameters, can mimic the exact beat of this particular piece. Nor can I describe how utterly painful it is to listen to the notes transition from a fortissimo of powerful mourning to a pianissimo of quiet desperation and longing. That moment of passage where loud immediately becomes soft, and at that moment one can't help but hold their breath in anticipation.

... If you're still wondering whatever the hell I'm talking about, listen to Prelude in A Minor sometime.

In other news, I wish someone would call me. Anyone. People in my family at this moment are giving off the vibe that they'd rather not be disturbed right now, and god knows I'll never confess true emotion to them unless given the proper motivation.

Here's an interesting question: is it better to look up at the ceiling or down at the floor when descending a spiral staircase? In one hand you acknowledge the height you had once been at and long to return to that stature. The other option has you objectifying how far you have to descend, transfixed on reaching the lowest step. In other words, is it better to look back on better times without thinking too hard on the future, or is it better to forge into the future and leave contemplation behind?

And here I wanted someone to wish me good luck tomorrow. Well, I'll probably be getting a lot of that tomorrow; people will give me their vote of confidence and wishes for my success directly after I tell them what I'm about to go through. Just keeping polite conversation without really caring, saying just enough to make it sound like one is considerate. I want someone who remembered when I told them about a week or more ago about the importance of tomorrow's date.

Yes, I'm going in for my citizenship interview.

No, not even my parents have wished me good luck yet. They're too busy urging my sis and I to study. Well, my mother anyways. Father says that the interview is basically to assess one's value as a US citizen, and knowledge about minute details is unnecessary. Mom wants me to take a notecard into the interview.