Words

Words, words, words...

I'm fascinated by them. I'm motivated by them. I'm moved by them. I loathe them. I abhor them.

Not Gelling

You try something new. You're excited. Things start out well. And you start to think maybe this could be it.

But time tests things. And you start to notice the gaps you never saw before. And you start to doubt whether it was a good idea in the first place.

Then you keep looking out for the moments when things might go bust. You might be wrong a few times but eventually you will encounter it. And you know right then, that this is the end.

Hate it when I'm right. When will I be 'left'? ;P