Halfway through the March Holidays, half a week more before we embark on the highway to hell.

JC life has been tremendously more tiring and hectic relative to the good ol days which now seem so far away (although it's only been less than half a year ago). Not to mention, we've barely started this arduous journey and personally, I can feel my steam engines chugging away more furiously than ever before and yet the engineer refuses to keep up with the speed of the engine. I guess the amount of coal that we decide to burn all lies with ourselves and sooner or later, I need to get past the idea of taking it easy and still achieving passable grades, for that was also half a year ago.

And we are but halfway through the first half of the year, which coincidentally is supposed to be the most carefree of all the halves for the next two year. Halve the fun, take a half of my heart and throw it away and that leaves behind a half that longs for the other; a broken silhouette, longing for the sun to come and burn its shadow away with the light.

Even with times like this to just stop and think, there is no time. This is but the reflection of the sun rays, the refraction of the moon beam upon the shattered windscreen of my life's driving force, a skewed and misconstrued portrayal of what has been perceived to be life.

And still, the winds of fate continue to sound the chimes of each new day. We can stop and lose distance behind our ultimate goal, or we can chase, hoping to outrun the devilish sunlight that never seems to fade. Perhaps, we can run faster than light will travel, and we will transcend the boundaries of space and time, into the night that was once ours, and to shed a new light upon our travels--a light that is our own.

And this darkness, we will begin to love and cherish.

Until then, the only darkness you will see is your silhouette, yearning to escape the captivity of your actions, to burst free like the sunlight.

Don't be afraid. Ever.