spin of the wheel. it doesnt stop.

it's rather horrid to fear the unevitable. you know, fearing an event that is bound to happen. It is really the matter of when. at times like these the ship rocks from end to end, dreading the day to hoping that it arrives soon. Perhaps because the sooner it happens, the sooner it will be over and done with. somewhere in your heart you pray it never happens, but you know well enough it will. Sometimes you may get very lucky and it holds out long enough, till by the time it comes, it barely matters to you much more.

i am awake at 6.02am for i have only just returned home.
i love roadtrips.

my mind is in an aweful mess. perhaps a lovely mess.

the wheels of the bus go round and round.