...You too, I guess...

Right now I feel like slamming on the guitar strings with the volume knob turned all the way to rock-shattering levels. But, I am not doing so not because it is the middle of the night, and everyone around is asleep, but because I don't have my guitar here with me right now. So, wassup? Nothing much I guess. Yeah, same here. Another semester already trying to slip away. It hasn't been even a month into this sem, and I have already received a threat of getting an F. My bioclock is running quite right. Have been sleeping at night. Most of them. Getting a recursive please-somebody-kill-me feeling. Ah, this is life. Wonderful. Can it get any better? I guess, yes. So, why do I wanna die then? Well, maybe because there have been so many wonderful moments in the past few weeks, and months, that I just wanna die happy. Maybe. Or there maybe some other reason, which I am trying to figure out. I have a very strong feeling about one of them. Leave it. I so much wanna live it right now. And, I am living it. So let us live and let live. At least some of them.
Okay, that's all for tonight, I guess. I am guessing too much these days, I guess. Who cares, I have been lucky with my guesses, I guess. So, see you again. Try and take care. Until then, live.

chalo bhaiya, ram ram.

Peace...

...Quote again...

"Woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
but I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep,
and miles to go before I sleep."
- Robert Frost.

Now I get the feel here far better than I did eight years ago. The main point being the sleep. To me the number of miles don't matter until they can be enjoyed in joy or pain. And nothing else matters if you go to sleep with a clear conscience. Because if you don't, you'll have to get up again sometime.

I think I wrote what I meant.

...Peace...