Today i can't help but feel like I'm an Oskar Schell... Though I'm passing through neighborhoods that aren't my normal territory, I still have my tambourine shaking on my side to remind me who I really am.
For the most part I'm not technically passing through these neighborhoods, but just getting a glimpse of how they operate. Either way, I remember to keep time with my tambourine shakes so I won't forget me.
Occasionally my constant rhythm tends to get a little hesitant, since most of these boroughs aren't quite foreign- they're far too much a part of my life and surroundings. It's almost like I reside in an alien neighborhood and I always have to remind myself to keep on shaking.
I wonder if my boisterous sounds are music to His ears...
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