Juggler in process
And this feeling still lingers, the high that I get from Murphy and Prof D's lectures. But still, I can't help but be reminded of the cracks that are spreading fast on this thin thin layer of ice we are treading on. It's a fine art, this act of juggling hearts, emotions, and people. I wouldn't know if I'd pass or fail if this was examinable. But it's hard trying to dismiss everything although I get a tinge of pain with it. I don't know if I'm looking to much into what is being said, but sometimes I do feel like I have enough. It's just like the limestone cliffs. With every passing shower, it slowly erodes away to nothing. Same can be said for me, so don't take this smiling, patient exterior for granted. You don't want to know what I'm capable of.