deciphering life

there's this obsession with time. how i rush through the minute things in the day to await the more significant things, hoping to spend more time on them. but your time may not necessarily be the same as mine. what's important to you, may not be important to me. time. rush through the minute haphazardly only to spend most of it waiting. waiting for nothing.

the weather's been as erratic as my mind. what goes on inside, nobody really knows. how can i share? would anyone care? or would anyone understand?

the weekend had a good beginning and it continued to be better. and up till this point, it's still going quite well. we will see how it progresses.

i wish i could be as transparent as the clear waters but i'm just mud.

there's something about you...