The blog title pretty much sums up what I am made of. I've spent too much time swimming amongst my thoughts, sieving through agendas after agendas only to be found awakened by my own disability in reality. I lie too many times to myself that I am built to last and that hate will be distant. But I can't help to feel minute when the sky crashes great thunders, mocking at my vapid attempts to go against fate and nature. We all deserve more than a just break from these truths but less of a cruel death.
And so I will continue my vilest days yet, while dreaming for a direction that will float us to better lands.
My mind will live to be a riot as my hands are unwilling to reach for my assignments right at this very moment. Too distracted/unproductive, so as they would say.
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