I find myself taking a liking to reminisce. A little too much i suppose.
The past is like junk in the attic, old pieces that're never meant to stay with us. However, i realised i've been frolicking and tumbling around within the scraps and dusty heap of you-know-what. Perhaps I'm a little too emotional to the point of being... queer? Just, maybe. I don't know.
Or maybe, I'm regretting and wished that deep down, it never had happened. That those old pieces stayed intact, that they would all still serve its rightful purpose instead of laying there, mortified by dust and cob-webs.That would probably explain my tendency to travel back mindlessly... leaving the body just but an empty shell and nothing more.
Whatever it is, I'm not sure when it will stop. But i'll promise to remain sane enough to keep track of reality - at the brink of it.
And before i fall over, CHEMICAL PROCESS PRINCIPLE A report's conclusion stays equally clueless to me. Damn.
;and to think that i'm happy... yes! cos its delinquent night! party time (:
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