Today, was weird.

Walking out and into that ominously lit tunnel. Others call it the corridor leading to the classrooms. A gloomy tunnel it sure is, to me. I stumbled upon a mess of souls, participating in some incessant diatribe. So insignificant it was, as it hovers back and forth over a midget whose work did not past satisfactory. There were shrilly yells that pierced my ears and evoked certain unaccustomed reactions. I had to gnaw my lower lip to keep the arms in control. It wasn't the midget who was contributing to the din. The midget's guardian was the harbinger of that noise. Some day, you'll reap what you sow.




In order to step into the future, you need to step out of the past. That should help with the whole longing to live in the present vibe.