The Gift

I was just reading through something else just now and felt like throwing away all my burdens and worries and just walk. Walk and walk and walk. And sing too, with Mole, like how we did that time.

I can't wait for 1730 when I will be meeting her. And then, hopefully, I will manage to say out everything and flush the bovinely nebulous ideas out of my head for good. And hope that they will not return in another form.

Please don't happen again. That's because I think I've got the gift. :)