a cascading amount of water that threatens to push you under and never let you come up for breath.
how much more can one take before full submersion is achieved?

it's late and the brain has stopped working. too tired to care. perhaps, i should just close the files and go to bed, and leave tmr to fend for itself.

sigh.

on a separate note, sh's leaving tmr. oh wells. tt was short.

a yawning chasm. and yet, it really makes me wonder, how is it that they can be so full of themselves, so unaware of their ignorance and simplicity and still yet think they have all the answers? it's a mixture of pride and idealism, ego and a sense of their own greatness methinks. and not having ever stepped out into the real world (and perhaps never ever really leaving their sheltered lives), they still think they have all the answers.

suddenly, i feel like work has aged me so much.

oh wells.

and yet, i will cling on to my source of strength, grace and hope. =) ah, my King. You have my heart.