Holy. Honey.

It looks as if the predictions my mates made might actually turn out to have some truth in it. We've been at it for a month, and it ends in a fortnight. The possibilities that surround this are quite endless, but I guess one has to be realistic and responsible.

I ought to go for one of those head-clearing late night runs. Somehow, I've been shunning the quiet, and of course have also been incredibly busy. Shunning the quiet probably because I'm living quite so recklessly and in the moment, without much regard for consequence(none for me I would think), that I want to avoid any sort of pensiveness that might alter things. I was caught between to heads, and vascillated quite some time before making my decsion which has landed me here.

How things have changed.

From possible pastor, to probable lawyer;

From evenings of fervency, to nights of revelry

From holy to honey,

and I'm enjoying the scents, the metallic, the salt, sour.