i'm sitting on a fence again, or rather, i was placed there. two jobs pending just like tat. really hope for the mid of march to come
i find the number of hours in a day ain't really enough. its like so fast, the sun sets and the moon calls. and if only an entire lifetime could be expressed within the confines of a crystal ball, there wouldn't be so much thinking to do.
there he sits on his armchair, abreast of the comforts of his bed. the time reads 3.30am on his clock. there upon his shoulders his internal struggle materializes, an angel white as cotton on his right, a devil his left. they were hurling words at each other, and there he was sure he was hearing things..