The Loneliness of Karate

I feel like that forceful lonely repetition is in karate as well. I remember being kind of shattered by that because I was like, fuck, like you can be doing something that's really cool and that people love and you're just like out. But maybe like what exactly was going on inside you there. There's no words to be found in your head. Fall into your mouth. Your arms are open. Why? The lies. You were telling me we're sitting on a bridge in Katosaku near my parents house. It's just a little bridge in a playground and you were sitting on the rail and you’re just like, I can't do this anymore. We