Sorry.

School picks up its pace as projects and tutorials pile themselves to a level higher than my eyeballs. Whilst civilization seems so bleak, the hope that's in store for a break eases itself another step closer. :) 

He has mentioned this: Lost for Feelings, Misled by Love, Cradled by Hope, Suicidal by Fantasy. Its simple, an incremental 4-phrase narrative that encapsulates the essence of the picture above. (taken from flickr) An apology for reasons undue, unknown, uncalled for. Unsurpassed, a quality held by he. 

This road's really anything, but simple. As strings tie themselves to the bases of another, its complexities overload a simple mind. Pure, innocent, loving, happy, longing, waiting. This mind isn't powerful enough to withstand such a blow from the other. A wake up call, to upgrade its armour, select its tactic, rephrase his words, divulge differently. 

Taking the high road, he mutters an anguished clutter of remorse. A pain, a heartache, a love that he was gonna push away - reasons clear to only himself. Timing was one, but walking away from a potential, is something else. That's the path, HE chose. 

The road must get rough, before it gets smooth. Right? 

p.s: Happy Birthday Sis. You're dearly loved.