Looks like I'v to source for a sharper tipped object to pick out the knots in my fingers. I hold my breath with every paper given back, whether it's mine, yours, his or hers, then my heart either sinks faster than an anchor hurled into the sea or is lifted higher than any eagle can soar. Whichever way, it sucks when you're holding on so tightly to something this precious without knowing when's the next moment you're gonna lose it, Just like that.

This amuses me, don't you feel the same way too?


Are you not facing up to something new?