'Fall from my head through my subconsciousness . . . Don't you leave me alone, don't you let go.' - Smallpools
There are a thousand stories to be told, that I have yet to speak of. Some are worthy, some are not. Some are incredibly funny and some are dull. Nonetheless, they are all wonderfully crafted stories. Most of them, however, make for the most interesting memories though. I would have mentioned them sooner or later, but I think having specific stories to myself is all a part of the magic. You see, the days and nights full of foolery are welcome - after all, that's all it seems to be nowadays. Rarely are they regretful, but when they are I learn something new. It's all about trial and error.
These past few weeks have indeed been a fervid blur. The days swivel past me with speed and precision, yet I seem to be able to recall events accurately. It's been real good, to say the least. I'm climbing higher and higher, and feeding off the thrill. Fellow company is almost always present, leaving me with barely any time to think. I am confused but I am happy at the same time, yet I wonder how that can be. All that matters, is that I am giddy with delight - now that's for sure. I mean, where's the fun without spontaneity?