As much as they were right for each other, time wasn't right for them.

I am sick and tired of coming good on expectations.

College life is different, entirely different like you don't have to get ready and wear that red and crisp blue school uniform and look alike every day. Free to define ourselves with statement attire. Good thing.

Abstract conversations are my favourite, for they unviel true convictions.

Setting the remains of a freshly erupted volcano, I walk.

I have a distinct air of myself standing amidst such a crowd of people. My eyes set above, looking at the tall building if it bespeaks a promising note. I don’t know how fair is life, All I know is I have a plan to alter the face of it, the way I choose. A purpose, a driving motive, and an obsession.