Precocious. Little. Clover. Devil

Saturday, March 25, 2006
broken


Uncertainty.

Not knowing if I crave it bad enough to go against the rules. Rules... Ironic words. Rules are made by man, and the only I should adhere to them is to keep myself alive. There's no greater nobler truth to these rules. Just a hope that if you abide by them, everyone else would too. It's a double dare so to speak.

Sometimes it works.

The hardest part is to not lose the faith and confidence of the people in the process of helping them. Rules have to be broken.

Carpe Diem. I'm going to break some for my own sake.

Well, I might as well give it all I've got.


Gavin pondered @ 15:08


Under the layers of dust