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otdt: ^{allthewaytothemilkyway.}

im finding myself in a whirlpool of doubt and complication. im thinking- ohboy the year's gonna end, how exciting, a thousand and one events to look forward to, we get to be highsch seniors soon. then wham!& i feel like pulling all my hair out- i hate for this adventure to finish, all the mates in our comradeship acquainted as throughout the year to be disintegrated, and the load of stress imminent our shore. huh what am i supposed to feel? totally this or totally that or both? how am i supposed to feel both? i never thought such strange emotions deem as one before and certainly didnt expect a merge within myself. i have no weapon to guard against rodents, rodents in seek of mischief, to hull my mind to the gallows and leave it there, without even the chance for me to be lost. i propose a deal that i set sail towards the horizon, to search for answers and to collect memories, and as for you, i give my word that you are permitted to come tag along. i smile and say,"i like this one."

emad is like a dream. like a childhood treehouse that we would hide ourselves in and play doll, or turn into cowboys and giddyap the day away. as like a dream, it fades. due to the alarmclock ringing, the feet-pulling mother, the traffic. yeah it is THE place where fun in our lives erupted from, like an endless field of chocolate and a nice cosy rainbow just above your head, but the treehouse is soon dismantled.
'oh why must it end,' we'd complain. then parents would readily give a sounds-very-sensible-yet-just-crap excuse to send us off to bed. the never-ending story came to an end in the end. i like that show. its a nice show.
who can say we would never split? even sclub split, youguys. all i have for myself, others- we have not much time left and even starting to treasure your friends now would most certainly be labelled late, but at least its known.


"cry if you must. but never doubt your heart."
what kind of logic is that.

all that matters, is today(: -