its the mid year. i have made my escape and find myself blissfully missing my adventure surviving the 'traps'. just when i thought some things are just meant to screw you up, i realized what if things were just as good as it gets?


life is a maze; sometimes you're lost, sometimes you give up and sometimes you struggle to be on the right path only to find you're back where you started. why take things too seriously? after all, they do build up mazes in funfares; they think mazes are fun! maybe the things that we want are over-rated. maybe what we achieved is understated. maybe all you get is aggravated. why write a novel when a shopping list is better?