I haven't accomplished anything remarkable, lest anything worthy of recognition, and yet I am here. 4 years running, I have been placed in an awkward environment, far from the closets of my comfort zone and still I'm here. So often I've been offered rewards far greater than I deserve and still I'm here. So many times I screw up, so big so small so often, and yet I'm still here...

Where am I?

Truth is I don't remember.

It's not that I don't know, I can somehow decode it.

But I can't recall where I last was, where I last succeed.

I only remember how I can't remember, how I fail at shooting to the moon, how I fail in those tiny ways that break my self-esteem down.

Those white papers that lie beside my table now, they're all my facades which I generate so much. A pretty grade masquerades the front cover but behind that one page of truth is the entire picture. A single drip of paint perfectly plotted unto a ruined masterpiece, that's me and my canvas.

The painting is almost complete, there is only one canvas, one brush and one set of paint. Either I do it right or I give it up. A half-completed mona lisa will beat my fully completed painting hands down, but only because it's one-sided (:

Puns aside, it's time.

Time for what,

I don't remember...