And life never bothers to stop in its tracks. Instead, it careens on at full speed, burning acrid rubber and leaving broken bits of tyres behind. Common Tests are over. Investiture is over. And now what- which station have we screeched into now? There is an uncountable number of pitstops along this trail, but I was never good at reading diagrams and lines intersecting with circles. Besides, isn't it ever more romantic to bolt past the automated doors and bound happily into sparkling sunsets? Unfortunately, romance and reality run on parallel tracks and all you can do is to greedily plaster your nose close to the windowpanes and stare/glare at the carriage opposite. Maybe somewhere in the future the two paths will converge, but for now, it is time to crank that rusty accelerator and power fullsteam ahead. Hopefully, the wheels won't start coming apart. And I gotta admit that I will miss the 41st more than expected. :/ Seabear songs are the best songs to listen to while recollecting the days of gangsta inclinations, stomach-splitting laughter and being on the mooove~ (if you know what I mean.) What we have left now is what we once were.
( Hands Remember by Seabear )