Making sense

The night is pleasant. Maybe a little too foggy if I was to be critical. The apartment is hot inside. I haven’t turned the air conditioner on just so that I can keep the electricity costs low. At this very time, Pink Floyd in the back ground is asking if I can tell between hot air and cool breeze. I think I can.

Wish you were here? A weekend lies ahead. No concrete plans but then concrete is never a good mix. School starts next week but this would be the first time that I start school for the last time.

I think of the future now. I know separating ways is good and bad. Mostly bad if you separate from the good ways and the opposite too applies. Something is hurting today. My writing is losing its direction and I just some how don’t seem to care.

You say you want your story to remain untold? Do you really? A white ribbon on a black haired head made me fall today, in love, again. Did a purple envelope on a stout(y) body do the same for her? I wonder. I wish I could ask her that now.

I had a crush on my biology teacher once. She had a nose ring too. I loved her too till I grew out of it. Can you out grow biology though?

My friends in India, I miss them a lot. I am somehow sure that they don’t. It’s easy to give someone up. Even if that means a completely shattering blow to the much protected heart

Switching from third gear to fourth gear, at the red line, is going to be fun. No matter what car I buy. No matter what pipe dream I have. The turn is going to be awesome. She is going to let go at the tail.

I know a Dave Munsky.

Is there a way I can avoid pain? Would driving a car really help? Of course it will.

I am disappointed with the lights in my living room. They refuse to show me the way. The path is lit but I am lost.

I don’t understand. This is not what I am. I rather turn nuts on a car then work at a high level job at a non automotive industry. Sometimes it’s a nightmare just being me. Sleeping over the problem does not solve it.

Shadows. Snatch. So long and thank you for the fish. Should I put my gun down?