There is something in the shifting of the neatly folded backdrops that gets me all ecstatic and melancholy about being in between the fine line of not wanting to live and not wanting to die. I am glad I ended up in this place at times—and right now is one of those time—it's so vast, it's so alive, I was almost unbothered by spontaneous inconvenient because it rained in front of the school but after some distance away, the Sun was merry and falling onto the glittering tar and there were no rain nor messy heartbreaks.
