Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Captain's Log, The Pequod...Entry #02-1324Z
I've been writing lately - surprisingly it flows well. And fluidly. It must be the exams. It must be the certain welling up of emotions, as an something of such great significance in life as society sees it approaches. Knocking on one's door - you either shut the door, and ignore it, or you open it, letting your soul be ravaged.
It flows. Till only dregs are left, of me. "To sleep, perchance to dream" there's a thought we all entertain once in our little lives. Till then, I bid you a good night, and study hard - till your "lives be capped with a little sleep", and study you shall no more.