Its a wonderful and beautiful thing.

Both to guard the ones you treasure, and to watch them shoot down yours as well.

Maybe right now is where I want to be.

My sanity should be safe for the next two years or so.

The only reason I'll be working in school is so that I don't end up in an Australian university.

Lord don't take me away from this sunny sunny island. I don't know what I'll do.

Then what.

Then I cut the ropes tying me down. And fly.

And hope to hell I got somebody to catch me if I fall.

Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world.

This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst.

My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me.

And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre.

I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn.

*hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.