Seizing my days and considering my next moves, I was silently walking down the same road leading over School.
In a few months I suppose I'll be out of there, spreading my imaginary wings toward the sky and thanking God for being free at last...
Nothing occures to me more than the sudden coldness, the last couple of days.
The sun is shining bright but horrible winds hit whatever comes in their path, and make me freeze to the bottom of my bones...
Is it just a physical cold, or is it also mental?
How fast does coldness drift into the soul?
I buried my fingers down the pockets of my pants and suddenly thought.
Whether it is cold, or hot, whether I study or spend my days at the beach or anywhere else... I'm still breathing.
I'm still experiencing the little joys of life, every single second.
I know it might sound strange and stupid, but that's how it is.
Living my life to its every second, and smiling because I know that the papers and the pencils still await me at home.

My latest deviation is "I'm Loving Angels Instead", and I would really like your opinion about it. It took me about 3 hours and I enjoyed every minute of it.

Maybe even the most simple things in life can make you wonder.
How significant creatures come out of your mind right unto the papers.