Its always some sort of comfort, and reprieve, to string words together here.
There're not really made of the best combination of exotic words with beautfiful versification, but they'll do to make up some other world I can escape to, sometimes.
Just for these few minutes, I'll engross in the regenerations of my thoughts, emotions into black scrawl on white, see the intangible take form, and feel some sort like a creator, of sorts.
I'll let my thoughts fly where they want to where they want to bring me into the air and into temporal carefreeness.
And now, in pursuit of carefreeness, I need to work.
In a lecture theatre full of students our HOD warns we might not be able to keep our subject combination at the rate we're going.
He lightly hints a fatherly suggestion,"Rather than spend your november holidays feeling horrible because of your results why don't you feel horrible now and enjoy later?"
I think about it and its really true.
There's only now. Promos will come and go quickly.
And as much as I'm tempted to feel that I won't need God's help in this, a little voice in my wayward heart tells me relentlessly it is exactly at this time that I need him the most.
To help conquer that stupid moronic procrastinating blockhead of myself that's eating away everything else and been in control of a large part of my life. I find... Her so incredulously horrifying sometimes I wonder if its even the same person in the mirror, in my Mr Hyde moments.
Nothing comes with
hardwork.
And yes, God.
tsesin 
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