I shudder, I shudder, I shudder...


In a month, I'll be let loose to decide my destiny through this chapter of adulthood, in full autonomy. OH YEAHHHHH! Do what I want to do, live how I want to live... DOUBLE OH YEAHHHHH! Sounds supreme. It does, if you have a concrete direction not build on clouds and sand. Disney doesn't happen on this tarred road that gets either too hot or too cold.

Burst! Burst! Burst! All your airy colourful bubbles.

The world is a better place with traffic lights and even better with people taking it seriously. The traffic lights are gone now 'cause you are your own traffic light. Red, Yellow, Green. Whats and whens are in your hand!

By now, your mind should've had a distinct sense to your direction. Yet, all that's there is a cloud of mist occupying the gap formed by your skull. Awesome.

With that cloud of mist working its way up there, wobbly came crashing in to heat it up. That's how steam pressures work. So in the end, you look like a retarded zombie.

Is this the mortar board dilemma?