crash course

is it wise to go off the road to avoid a frontal collision only to stumble in every branch and stone as i go down?

blinded grace

the state of blinded grace is over. the darkness of reality is unfold before my eyes.

it ain't over yet

seldom can things be taken for granted. because seldom do we reach the end of the path. and now i shall write this in a yellow post-it and stick it in somewhere where i can't help but see it. it ain't over yet.