Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. - Hebrews 11:1 ♥
Monday, 14 September 2009 11:32 pm
I am half-drowned in the constant upward swim towards seeing the light of all the chem knowledge and the heap of indecipherable information that lunged at us right from the start of this new, yet old, cycle of studying.
SO. Reading and writing have always been my paradise of escape. some people escape into sports, some into shopping and others into other things, of course. but who can fathom why i have chosen pen, paper and words or their wonderful union, or perhaps, they have chosen me.
reading sometimes stirs up a truckload of emotions and amongst them is the undeniable urge to write. like the pen forming these letters with each stroke, curve and dot can somehow quantify and validate what i am feeling inside...like how these words are the physical, eternal and marked manifestations of the inner turmoils, escalating joy and mellow dwellings of my heart. sometimes they make perfect sense...other times they make perfect nonsense. aren't we all written into being, and written off the same way?
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